CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Rank5+M03!SlAsh!(LetzShake)
Am I ready? Any time
Gotcha
Moe
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Heaven or Hell)
Yeah (Let's rock), yeah
She say, "Hi-C, don't hit my phone no more, I'm through with you"
Been on my mind, you don't know what [?]
Right now I'm f**ked up off these drugs, I'm seein' two of you
You never thought this way before, I know this new to you
40 with a beam, might end up shootin' you
Them hoes piercin' through his body like a damn harpoon
These n***as plottin', gotta stay away from goofy dudes
Your b*t*h, she on me, told her meet me at the rendezvous
Shе like, "Hi-C, it's me or her, which onе? You gotta choose"
Can't catch no feelings with b*t*h 'cause I'm in love with blue
She really wanna f**k, I wanna f**k you too
We f**kin' 'til the sun come up, into the afternoon
I'm with lil' bro, we sippin' red, I told him pour a deuce (Yeah)
b*t*h, I'm kickin' sh*t in bloody YEEZY Boosts
I'm kickin' sh*t, I'm fly [?] don't need no parachute
And if you really love me, b*t*h, you'd get my name tattooed
These n***as lame as f**k, yeah, they [?]
I see you
Hop out two-door coupe
V12, it go vroom
Top down with no roof
Twin GLOCKs, matching tools
Hi-C got the juice
Just to [?] you
I f**k hoes in twos
I f**k hoes in groups
I'm up and you lose
Baby, just relax [?]
Pull your hair [?]
Hit that spot, make you wet
Baby, [?]
Get on top, ride that d**k
off a pill, ayy
She's the baddest b*t*h in the city
Red bottoms and Balencis (Yeah)
Fat ass and perky titties, ayy
Sex party, drugs in our nose, it's a f**kin' [?]
She say I'm f**kin' up her head, she said I drive her crazy
She ask me how I sleep at night, I told her like a baby
Off the pills and [?]
Toxic, baby, this our chemical romance
Ayy, shooter with me just like [?]
They tote drums like a marching band
Can't get too close, I can't let you
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Chills up her spine [?]
Look in your eyes, I can tell you want me
No turnin' back, girl, it's all or nothing
Pour up two [?], damn, my cup so bloody
Hit from the back [?]
Lay on your chest, I feel your heart rushing
Cash out on drugs and Sanrio plushies
Hey, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Hello)
Oh (Hello), oh
Oh (Hello), oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh (You know you really suck at your job)
is more important than some job
That is why I am [?] right now
You, on the other hand, are busy killing people
Because that is all you ever do
What? Am I wrong
Well, I guess not
Gotcha
Moe
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Heaven or Hell)
Yeah (Let's rock), yeah
She say, "Hi-C, don't hit my phone no more, I'm through with you"
Been on my mind, you don't know what [?]
Right now I'm f**ked up off these drugs, I'm seein' two of you
You never thought this way before, I know this new to you
40 with a beam, might end up shootin' you
Them hoes piercin' through his body like a damn harpoon
These n***as plottin', gotta stay away from goofy dudes
Your b*t*h, she on me, told her meet me at the rendezvous
Shе like, "Hi-C, it's me or her, which onе? You gotta choose"
Can't catch no feelings with b*t*h 'cause I'm in love with blue
She really wanna f**k, I wanna f**k you too
We f**kin' 'til the sun come up, into the afternoon
I'm with lil' bro, we sippin' red, I told him pour a deuce (Yeah)
b*t*h, I'm kickin' sh*t in bloody YEEZY Boosts
I'm kickin' sh*t, I'm fly [?] don't need no parachute
And if you really love me, b*t*h, you'd get my name tattooed
These n***as lame as f**k, yeah, they [?]
I see you
Hop out two-door coupe
V12, it go vroom
Top down with no roof
Twin GLOCKs, matching tools
Hi-C got the juice
Just to [?] you
I f**k hoes in twos
I f**k hoes in groups
I'm up and you lose
Baby, just relax [?]
Pull your hair [?]
Hit that spot, make you wet
Baby, [?]
Get on top, ride that d**k
off a pill, ayy
She's the baddest b*t*h in the city
Red bottoms and Balencis (Yeah)
Fat ass and perky titties, ayy
Sex party, drugs in our nose, it's a f**kin' [?]
She say I'm f**kin' up her head, she said I drive her crazy
She ask me how I sleep at night, I told her like a baby
Off the pills and [?]
Toxic, baby, this our chemical romance
Ayy, shooter with me just like [?]
They tote drums like a marching band
Can't get too close, I can't let you
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Chills up her spine [?]
Look in your eyes, I can tell you want me
No turnin' back, girl, it's all or nothing
Pour up two [?], damn, my cup so bloody
Hit from the back [?]
Lay on your chest, I feel your heart rushing
Cash out on drugs and Sanrio plushies
Hey, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Hello)
Oh (Hello), oh
Oh (Hello), oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh (You know you really suck at your job)
is more important than some job
That is why I am [?] right now
You, on the other hand, are busy killing people
Because that is all you ever do
What? Am I wrong
Well, I guess not
