CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : ​choppas[TWRK]_

"Yo, yo"
"Yo"

.44 bulldog—my motherf**kin' pet
I point it at you and tell that motherf**ker, "Fetch"
I’m f**kin' her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get pu**y, mouth, and ass—call that b*t*h triple-threat
When I was in jail, she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I’ma starve her to death
Top down, it’s upset
Been f**king the world, and n***a, I ain't c*m yet
You f**k with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I ain't talking 'bout a sketch
I pay these n***as with a reality check
Prepared for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a b*t*h I got my hand up her dress
The money don’t sleep, so Weezy can’t rest
And AK-47 is my f**king address, huh

I’m not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st
Roll up and c*ck it and hit them n***as where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, huh