CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Figured It Out
I figured it out they broke they broke
I figured it out they broke they broke
My wrist in the pot that's dope its dope
This n***a play with me its smoke smoke
I figured it out she a hoe a hoe
I figured it out she a hoe you a hoe
She take it all in her throat
She wouldn't be f**king with me if Im broke
Figured it out you a snitch my n***a I figured it out
They figured it out I'm rich my n***a they they figured it out
I figured it out you a lame my n***a that ain't what you bout
I figured it out ohh I think I done figured them out
They do it for likes and shoutouts
Make a phone call get you shot out
My partner was straight when he got out
In that new motherf**ker then hop out
Dis that white runts this sh*t straight from Detroit
That boy get you wacked please don't play with that boy
Wake up in the trap with a j at the door
Making a mess break a bell on the floor
He gone come back I'm a sale him some more
I made like three hundred thousand on tour
I spend a lil bit on christian Dior
b*t*hes really don't want d**k if its poor
I do what I wanna do I don't need to abide by rules
Give that boy two of these racks and that make him slide on you
These n***a smoking Obama runts I never heard of that
That b*t*h didn't stay down with the team told her send me jersey wake up with bank account hit wit a lil thirty racks
n***a making money in my sleep
You lil broke n***as can't compete
I figured it out they broke they broke
My wrist in the pot that's dope its dope
This n***a play with me its smoke smoke
I figured it out she a hoe a hoe
I figured it out she a hoe you a hoe
She take it all in her throat
She wouldn't be f**king with me if Im broke
Figured it out you a snitch my n***a I figured it out
They figured it out I'm rich my n***a they they figured it out
I figured it out you a lame my n***a that ain't what you bout
I figured it out ohh I think I done figured them out
They do it for likes and shoutouts
Make a phone call get you shot out
My partner was straight when he got out
In that new motherf**ker then hop out
Dis that white runts this sh*t straight from Detroit
That boy get you wacked please don't play with that boy
Wake up in the trap with a j at the door
Making a mess break a bell on the floor
He gone come back I'm a sale him some more
I made like three hundred thousand on tour
I spend a lil bit on christian Dior
b*t*hes really don't want d**k if its poor
I do what I wanna do I don't need to abide by rules
Give that boy two of these racks and that make him slide on you
These n***a smoking Obama runts I never heard of that
That b*t*h didn't stay down with the team told her send me jersey wake up with bank account hit wit a lil thirty racks
n***a making money in my sleep
You lil broke n***as can't compete
