CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Treacherous Days
(Intro)
Hit a lick with gang
One , two spliff and a glass of henny
Hit a lick with gang
Treacherous days and nights
Need a one two spliff and a glass of henny
Gang sh*t !
Bow ! x2
(Chorus)
Treacherous days and nights
Need a 1 2 spliff and a glass of henny
Hit that lick with gang
Yes everything nice when you hit that ready
This b*t*h wanna suck this d**k
Put it deep in her mout go deep in her belly
Wanna war with the gang your mad
Waps, shanks ,Shelly ,Shelly
(Verse 1)
Tough times don’t last ,I do
Get high like birds eye view
n***as want smoke we can take it there
Gotta aim to win cuh the games not fare
Hold up let me not chat to loose
But your boy got robbed for his cash and jewels
In a blacked out whip , Got tied up to
You n***as love talk on my name
Don’t waste your time and try to locate man
Your not a real killer you waste man
Feds wanna see me locked in the station
But I pray that I don’t go back
Yeh I can’t go back to wing
Yeh I can’t go back to the canteen sheets, wankin ,eastenders and gym
Now Im out of the gates I’m glad
Romz pulled up, in a merc wid tints
Like now I wan burn this tooka
Whilst playing lil Durk & Booka
3 Zino, m rose & Riddz
No evidence man burn that sh*t
Do it like Shhh and burn that whip
Talk on my name I’ll rinse that clip
Shelly Shelly , your not ready
Made a bad b line him ,Kelly
Rowland ,hope that I get like twenty
Thousand ,clips for the opps that’s tekky
Rubber bands and stacks that heavy
Hit that belly , hit that belly
Hit a lick with gang
One , two spliff and a glass of henny
Hit a lick with gang
Treacherous days and nights
Need a one two spliff and a glass of henny
Gang sh*t !
Bow ! x2
(Chorus)
Treacherous days and nights
Need a 1 2 spliff and a glass of henny
Hit that lick with gang
Yes everything nice when you hit that ready
This b*t*h wanna suck this d**k
Put it deep in her mout go deep in her belly
Wanna war with the gang your mad
Waps, shanks ,Shelly ,Shelly
(Verse 1)
Tough times don’t last ,I do
Get high like birds eye view
n***as want smoke we can take it there
Gotta aim to win cuh the games not fare
Hold up let me not chat to loose
But your boy got robbed for his cash and jewels
In a blacked out whip , Got tied up to
You n***as love talk on my name
Don’t waste your time and try to locate man
Your not a real killer you waste man
Feds wanna see me locked in the station
But I pray that I don’t go back
Yeh I can’t go back to wing
Yeh I can’t go back to the canteen sheets, wankin ,eastenders and gym
Now Im out of the gates I’m glad
Romz pulled up, in a merc wid tints
Like now I wan burn this tooka
Whilst playing lil Durk & Booka
3 Zino, m rose & Riddz
No evidence man burn that sh*t
Do it like Shhh and burn that whip
Talk on my name I’ll rinse that clip
Shelly Shelly , your not ready
Made a bad b line him ,Kelly
Rowland ,hope that I get like twenty
Thousand ,clips for the opps that’s tekky
Rubber bands and stacks that heavy
Hit that belly , hit that belly
