CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : No Luv
Wop (Wop)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ha, go
They say that I'm a clone, I’m not a human bein' (Well damn)
'Cause I can’t go nowhere without my human feelings (Brr)
Got a murder on my build, it's holdin' up my denim (It's Gucci)
I'm keepin' the feds out my b*t*h, you tryna put 'em in 'em (Alright)
You say you wanna square up, well, f**k it, square up (Well damn)
Choppa knock ya head off, it turned ya bail out (Brr)
I pray my haters get corona, stop the coughin’ on me (Yeah)
The last n***a ran up on me, and I coughed the homie (Damn)
I know the feds listen to me, they my competition (Damn)
Couldn’t beat me fast, so they recruitеd snitches (Damn)
Put ya homie in the ICU, he needed stitches, yeah
Y'all actin’ gangster, but deep down, y'all know y'all really b*t*hes (It's Gucci)
I make a snowstorm, not a flurry, whip it in a hurry (Skrrt)
They say I did it, I’m so rich, I still crank up the jewelry (Yeah)
They wanna hang me by the Raptors like Vince Carter jersey (Vince)
Everybody broke, I could have retired, early thirty (Woo)
Went through like thirty million dollars in my early thirties (Huh?)
I rep the 6 like Julius Ervin', showtime like some Birkins (Wow)
These b*t*hes eatin' these Percocets like they Boston Baked Beans (Wow)
Somebody picture 'cause he tryna be me, it's a dream (It's Gucci)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ha, go
They say that I'm a clone, I’m not a human bein' (Well damn)
'Cause I can’t go nowhere without my human feelings (Brr)
Got a murder on my build, it's holdin' up my denim (It's Gucci)
I'm keepin' the feds out my b*t*h, you tryna put 'em in 'em (Alright)
You say you wanna square up, well, f**k it, square up (Well damn)
Choppa knock ya head off, it turned ya bail out (Brr)
I pray my haters get corona, stop the coughin’ on me (Yeah)
The last n***a ran up on me, and I coughed the homie (Damn)
I know the feds listen to me, they my competition (Damn)
Couldn’t beat me fast, so they recruitеd snitches (Damn)
Put ya homie in the ICU, he needed stitches, yeah
Y'all actin’ gangster, but deep down, y'all know y'all really b*t*hes (It's Gucci)
I make a snowstorm, not a flurry, whip it in a hurry (Skrrt)
They say I did it, I’m so rich, I still crank up the jewelry (Yeah)
They wanna hang me by the Raptors like Vince Carter jersey (Vince)
Everybody broke, I could have retired, early thirty (Woo)
Went through like thirty million dollars in my early thirties (Huh?)
I rep the 6 like Julius Ervin', showtime like some Birkins (Wow)
These b*t*hes eatin' these Percocets like they Boston Baked Beans (Wow)
Somebody picture 'cause he tryna be me, it's a dream (It's Gucci)
