CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : 712AM

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(Wheezy outta here)

Sitting in the back of the Benz sipping drizzank
I been going crazy running in and out the bizzank
If it wasn't for Google, mane, that b*t*h wouldn't know my real name
Drop the Lamb truck on my watch you can go ask Pristine
Let the doors swing on the Lambo, yeah, this a rich thing
Having too much money, my accountant start complaining
I drink all this mud, no, I can't help it, it's my boo thing
Oh, this n***a said he gon' do what? Well, I'm like, "Okay"
(Haha, what's up pu**y?)

Money so long I been gettin' it on, yeah, n***a, I been going dumb (Yeah)
I been going dumb, still going dumb, I been running this sh*t up (Yeah)
Big Goyard bag full of cash, now this b*t*h wanna come f**k
Straight out south Memphis, ain't sh*t changed, I still might hit me a lick (Yeah)
I bought that T-Rex with my tour money, barely drive that b*t*h (Yeah)
Wockhardt by the PT, they hate me when I drink that sh*t (Wock)
I know you see thesе diamonds hitting behind this president tint

Evеry time I pull up they be like, “Who the f**k is him?” (Uh)
I been getting richer and richer like every year (Yeah)
Stuck in the streets, stuck in my ways, yeah, it's no way out (Uh)
Sleep with a big K by the bed and got one by the couch
I'm all in Europe, now I'm touring, that little n***a like to flex
The McLaren doing the dash, I'm trying my best here not to wreck
I got Wocky, I got Akorn but I love the Tussionex
Got a Rolls Royce on my neck, this b*t*h came from Elliot
Damn near gave that bro a mill' just to ice out my chest
This ho lyin' about a kid, I should've never touched that b*t*h
I got hoes, some of 'em are married, I don't even care, them b*t*hes loose
I got fentanyl in my diamonds, that's another reason they blue
I don't even care what these n***as talkin' about, none of that sh*t gon' work
I got some real hitters, yeah, some real hitters, they gon' put a n***a on a shirt
You think a n***a like me give a f**k about fame? I got it out the dirt
I gotta take this sh*t up with God, 'cause I put God (Yeah) first
I got this motherf**kin' new Hellcat, I ain't drove it since it came out (Hm)
Couple of bad b*t*hes, they tens, still can't come up in my house (No)
Stacked this sh*t up to the ceiling, Dolph had to me that himself
N***as still hatin' on me, I f**ked this b*t*h last year, boy
(Money so long I been gettin' it on, yeah, n***a, I been going dumb)
Money so long I been gettin' it on, yeah, n***a, I been going dumb
I been going dumb, still going dumb, I been running this sh*t up (Uh)
Big Goyard bag full of cash, now this b*t*h wanna come f**k (Yeah)
Straight out south Memphis, ain't sh*t changed, I still might hit me a lick (Uh)
I bought that T-Rex with my tour money, barely drive that b*t*h (Yeah)
Wockhardt by the PT, they hate me when I drink that sh*t (Wock)
I know you see these diamonds hitting behind this president tint

Yeah, sitting in the back of the Benz sipping drizzank
I been going crazy, you can catch me at the bizzank
I drink all this mud, no, I can't help it, it's my boo thing
N***as said they gon' do what to who? Well, I'm like, "Okay"