CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : PINK SLIP
"Officer I have a problem here."
"I've named this one jpeg."
"You are watching a master at his craft."
14K, 18K, gold
"You think you know me."
Ooh ooh
Old designer on my right wrist ("jpeg")
I can take it like a cyclist, wipe this
I been rolling on the right trip (oowee)
You ain't even like this (oowee) ("Superb.")
Working on the temple in my right wrist
n***a you ain't never been on my sh*t
f**k around and get her play with my set
That's on my set
I ain't got no set (nah)
I just got respect
I got a check (yeah)
And your girl want me
I know she want... head
I don't eat no pu**y, sike I lied (yeah)
I be dying just like Pac-Man ("It comes.")
Eat the dots up
Batman, that man
Carry .22s gat-man, shotgun (*gunshot*)
Like a hit
b*t*h I'm that man, black man ("FIGHT!")
At your door with the sack, man (wow, yeah)
I am black like Colin Powell (yeah)
I got all this money, power (yeah)
So you know these n***as sour (yeah)
I like to blow on the ketamine
My b*t*h she look like a samurai
Shredder run right on my b*t*h ("b*t*h!")
I got your ho on my d**k
She be all on the tip
I be riding with the stick (ooh)
And your girl ride stick (ooh)
She control that sh*t (yeah)
Oowee oowee I'm on a terror
Oowee Peggy Peggy you won't dare (yeah)
Come around we bet you're scared (yeah yeah)
("Laughing all the way to the bank.")
b*t*h I'm the sh*t
b*t*h I'm the man
Get this money, live that life, die real, that's the plan
f**k you sayin'?
I'm saiyan, how I'm moving in this place
I can't turn the other cheek, n***as'll shoot you in the face
That's why I'm shootin' from the waist
f**k a shooter b*t*h
'Cause I don't want my n***as catchin' case
f**k! ("You ain't no-")
That's why you cannot relate
I might f**k her and [?] while you boo all in my face
That's 'cause she knew I was the ace
I just slipped out the pu**y
Then slipped in my Vans
I get cash
f**k a Uber, I'll just hitch the sedan
Puffin' [?]
She just ripped up my pants
Gettin' hitched, not the plan
She get hit, by my mans
Half a zip in my hands
Rolling leafs by the gram
Taking big steps
I might walk and trip to Japan
Don't run your mouth girl
Loose lips ain't sh*t (f**k!)
She let me hit and now I got that pink slip (b*t*h)
"New York's down South supplier."
"We got it for cheap."
"One thousand grams uncut to the- gut."
"Damn son where'd ya baby momma find this?"
"I'm telling on you!"
"I've named this one jpeg."
"You are watching a master at his craft."
14K, 18K, gold
"You think you know me."
Ooh ooh
Old designer on my right wrist ("jpeg")
I can take it like a cyclist, wipe this
I been rolling on the right trip (oowee)
You ain't even like this (oowee) ("Superb.")
Working on the temple in my right wrist
n***a you ain't never been on my sh*t
f**k around and get her play with my set
That's on my set
I ain't got no set (nah)
I just got respect
I got a check (yeah)
And your girl want me
I know she want... head
I don't eat no pu**y, sike I lied (yeah)
I be dying just like Pac-Man ("It comes.")
Eat the dots up
Batman, that man
Carry .22s gat-man, shotgun (*gunshot*)
Like a hit
b*t*h I'm that man, black man ("FIGHT!")
At your door with the sack, man (wow, yeah)
I am black like Colin Powell (yeah)
I got all this money, power (yeah)
So you know these n***as sour (yeah)
I like to blow on the ketamine
My b*t*h she look like a samurai
Shredder run right on my b*t*h ("b*t*h!")
I got your ho on my d**k
She be all on the tip
I be riding with the stick (ooh)
And your girl ride stick (ooh)
She control that sh*t (yeah)
Oowee oowee I'm on a terror
Oowee Peggy Peggy you won't dare (yeah)
Come around we bet you're scared (yeah yeah)
("Laughing all the way to the bank.")
b*t*h I'm the sh*t
b*t*h I'm the man
Get this money, live that life, die real, that's the plan
f**k you sayin'?
I'm saiyan, how I'm moving in this place
I can't turn the other cheek, n***as'll shoot you in the face
That's why I'm shootin' from the waist
f**k a shooter b*t*h
'Cause I don't want my n***as catchin' case
f**k! ("You ain't no-")
That's why you cannot relate
I might f**k her and [?] while you boo all in my face
That's 'cause she knew I was the ace
I just slipped out the pu**y
Then slipped in my Vans
I get cash
f**k a Uber, I'll just hitch the sedan
Puffin' [?]
She just ripped up my pants
Gettin' hitched, not the plan
She get hit, by my mans
Half a zip in my hands
Rolling leafs by the gram
Taking big steps
I might walk and trip to Japan
Don't run your mouth girl
Loose lips ain't sh*t (f**k!)
She let me hit and now I got that pink slip (b*t*h)
"New York's down South supplier."
"We got it for cheap."
"One thousand grams uncut to the- gut."
"Damn son where'd ya baby momma find this?"
"I'm telling on you!"
