CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : No Cap
Aye, Kumi turn that sh*t up
I could f**k your b*t*h, n***a no cap
I could turn that hoe to a floormat
Yeah I made it out the hood, n***a no cap
But I earned my stripes, I could go back
But she ain't sweet, she a throwback
Turn twenty-eight grams to a four-pack
Lit block OG, yes I know that
n***a shoulda played sports, run a four-flat
Riding through the hills, I won't sign a deal
And I don't wanna buy the pint If I can't buy it sealed
Hoppin' out the way, cause I been tryna chill
And I been on the road, so I know how she feel
Damn, she miss me when I'm on the road, but I'm tryna run up a Mil'
I be geeked out my body, I'm done taking Molly, I might crack a seal
On Rodeo, took her to Chanel
In a Demon, she thought it was Hell
Big ass crib on a mountain
b*t*h a lake on my neck, not a fountain
Don't give her what she want, I be counting
Counting the blue and the green
She be blessing me all on her knees
Claim she love me, that don't mean a thing
Took a pic, now she screaming 'Wee'
She outta control now
I won't answer the phone now
Can't give her the code now
She a flip, she get passed around
I could f**k your b*t*h, n***a no cap
I could turn that hoe to a floormat
Yeah I made it out the hood, n***a no cap
But I earned my stripes, I could go back
But she ain't sweet, she a throwback
Turn twenty-eight grams to a four-pack
Lit block OG, yes I know that
n***a shoulda played sports, run a four-flat
Riding through the hills, I won't sign a deal
And I don't wanna buy the pint If I can't buy it sealed
Hoppin' out the way, cause I been tryna chill
And I been on the road, so I know how she feel
You can have that b*t*h, but I need my fiends
Don't hit my phone if it ain't bout cheese
You can take my heart, don't take my lean
I can see demons in my dreams
When I make it to the top, I'm gon' bring my team
Suck my d**k like it's ice cream
This my white boy joint used to be an ice fiend
I keep rackaids in my jeans
I could f**k your b*t*h, n***a no cap
I could turn that hoe to a floormat
Yeah I made it out the hood, n***a no cap
But I earned my stripes, I could go back
But she ain't sweet, she a throwback
Turn twenty-eight grams to a four-pack
Lit block OG, yes I know that
n***a shoulda played sports, run a four-flat
Riding through the hills, I won't sign a deal
And I don't wanna buy the pint If I can't buy it sealed
Hoppin' out the way, cause I been tryna chill
And I been on the road, so I know how she feel
I could f**k your b*t*h, n***a no cap
I could turn that hoe to a floormat
Yeah I made it out the hood, n***a no cap
But I earned my stripes, I could go back
But she ain't sweet, she a throwback
Turn twenty-eight grams to a four-pack
Lit block OG, yes I know that
n***a shoulda played sports, run a four-flat
Riding through the hills, I won't sign a deal
And I don't wanna buy the pint If I can't buy it sealed
Hoppin' out the way, cause I been tryna chill
And I been on the road, so I know how she feel
Damn, she miss me when I'm on the road, but I'm tryna run up a Mil'
I be geeked out my body, I'm done taking Molly, I might crack a seal
On Rodeo, took her to Chanel
In a Demon, she thought it was Hell
Big ass crib on a mountain
b*t*h a lake on my neck, not a fountain
Don't give her what she want, I be counting
Counting the blue and the green
She be blessing me all on her knees
Claim she love me, that don't mean a thing
Took a pic, now she screaming 'Wee'
She outta control now
I won't answer the phone now
Can't give her the code now
She a flip, she get passed around
I could f**k your b*t*h, n***a no cap
I could turn that hoe to a floormat
Yeah I made it out the hood, n***a no cap
But I earned my stripes, I could go back
But she ain't sweet, she a throwback
Turn twenty-eight grams to a four-pack
Lit block OG, yes I know that
n***a shoulda played sports, run a four-flat
Riding through the hills, I won't sign a deal
And I don't wanna buy the pint If I can't buy it sealed
Hoppin' out the way, cause I been tryna chill
And I been on the road, so I know how she feel
You can have that b*t*h, but I need my fiends
Don't hit my phone if it ain't bout cheese
You can take my heart, don't take my lean
I can see demons in my dreams
When I make it to the top, I'm gon' bring my team
Suck my d**k like it's ice cream
This my white boy joint used to be an ice fiend
I keep rackaids in my jeans
I could f**k your b*t*h, n***a no cap
I could turn that hoe to a floormat
Yeah I made it out the hood, n***a no cap
But I earned my stripes, I could go back
But she ain't sweet, she a throwback
Turn twenty-eight grams to a four-pack
Lit block OG, yes I know that
n***a shoulda played sports, run a four-flat
Riding through the hills, I won't sign a deal
And I don't wanna buy the pint If I can't buy it sealed
Hoppin' out the way, cause I been tryna chill
And I been on the road, so I know how she feel
