CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : UNDERWATER SCOPE
b*t*h, it's me and Hi-C in the motherf**king bay
Got the thirty round drum, yeah, you know I don't play
Finna f**k on that b*t*h while you rest and you lay
You can trust in that b*t*h, but she do what I say
Designer on my clothes 'cause I got expensive taste
And I'm posted in the stu' with my n***a Shane Clay
on my jeans 'cause I'm tryna lay low
Gucci on my shoes and this is just play clothes
Sipping demon blood, I'ma mix it with the bow
b*t*h, you know I'ma finna glow
Quick to hit a n***a, 360 quickscope
Just a young n***a tryna get the queso
I don't wanna kiss you, I just want the face, ho
b*t*h, you already know
Yuh, Hi-C
We in the party, we so gnarly, came in thirty deep
She on my d**k, I told yo b*t*h to give me fifty feet
I told her sorry, cut her off because that ho a tease
Meet up her friend, she let me f**k and then I made her leave
That guy a slimy n***a, must not know me like he think
A shooter on me, that pistol on me, b*t*h, it's him or me
Came with extensions, futuristic just like Halo: Reach
Pour up a deuce and drop my problems in this Easter pink
I hit that pu**y from the back and made her scream Hi-C
We in the hills, we doing donuts in that SRT
He talking crazy on the 'net but I know he sweet
pu**y boy, don't get yo ass stomped up behind a tweet
I got yo b*t*h, she giving neck like she on a leash
I put a beam on a Glock, I'm playing hide-and-seek
I'm f**king b*t*hes in a rave while I roll on E
Glock on me, don't get smoked like a Russian cream
Pretty boy swag, b*t*hes know what I'm 'bout
Hoes in the house, let me put this pole in yo mouth
Pouring up a four, we got bros in the house
Poles in the house, n***as got P's in the couch
Pour a four of Hi-Tech, splash and he slouch
Surf on the clouds, got yo main b*t*h putting out
Got a pistol on me with a whole thirty rounds
Bands on me now, watch the diamonds dance on me now
Too juiced up, tell your ho check me out
Bad yellow b*t*h and she tryna f**k for some clout
b*t*h
Got the thirty round drum, yeah, you know I don't play
Finna f**k on that b*t*h while you rest and you lay
You can trust in that b*t*h, but she do what I say
Designer on my clothes 'cause I got expensive taste
And I'm posted in the stu' with my n***a Shane Clay
on my jeans 'cause I'm tryna lay low
Gucci on my shoes and this is just play clothes
Sipping demon blood, I'ma mix it with the bow
b*t*h, you know I'ma finna glow
Quick to hit a n***a, 360 quickscope
Just a young n***a tryna get the queso
I don't wanna kiss you, I just want the face, ho
b*t*h, you already know
Yuh, Hi-C
We in the party, we so gnarly, came in thirty deep
She on my d**k, I told yo b*t*h to give me fifty feet
I told her sorry, cut her off because that ho a tease
Meet up her friend, she let me f**k and then I made her leave
That guy a slimy n***a, must not know me like he think
A shooter on me, that pistol on me, b*t*h, it's him or me
Came with extensions, futuristic just like Halo: Reach
Pour up a deuce and drop my problems in this Easter pink
I hit that pu**y from the back and made her scream Hi-C
We in the hills, we doing donuts in that SRT
He talking crazy on the 'net but I know he sweet
pu**y boy, don't get yo ass stomped up behind a tweet
I got yo b*t*h, she giving neck like she on a leash
I put a beam on a Glock, I'm playing hide-and-seek
I'm f**king b*t*hes in a rave while I roll on E
Glock on me, don't get smoked like a Russian cream
Pretty boy swag, b*t*hes know what I'm 'bout
Hoes in the house, let me put this pole in yo mouth
Pouring up a four, we got bros in the house
Poles in the house, n***as got P's in the couch
Pour a four of Hi-Tech, splash and he slouch
Surf on the clouds, got yo main b*t*h putting out
Got a pistol on me with a whole thirty rounds
Bands on me now, watch the diamonds dance on me now
Too juiced up, tell your ho check me out
Bad yellow b*t*h and she tryna f**k for some clout
b*t*h
