CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Stay Down (Apple Music Live)

Durk, uh
I wanna change the vibe a lil' bit and see if, see if they with us right now, let's see if they really with us right here
Let's do it
(Metro)
Let's go
Come on, come on

F**k them other b*t*hes who don't rock with us (What?)
Only five star sh*t, ain't no thots with us (Yeah)
Chanel round shades like binoculars
Diamond nose ring, they think Pac with us
I'll give you every penny like Oscar (Yeah)
We gon' smoke a pound of Runtz at the Oscars
She f**kin' on a hooper and a boxer
She came to my crib in his boxers
Knowin' me, I'm from the block, I still f**ked hеr
I came from Harold's Chicken to eatin' lobstеrs
Spanish b*t*h say, "Gracias"
Before I eat, I say my Fatiha (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I need a Spider jacket, where's Thug?
Why you playin'? I got my Glock in the club (Everybody)
I break the Perc' just to give her a buzz
F**k you if you ain't show us no love (You know you wanna sing it, come on)
This sh*t crazy
Hoppin' out the car, no photos, baby
F**k around with you, I been throwed off lately (Yeah)
Heard sh*t through the grapevine
You want time, I'ma take mine
Gucci belt for her waistline (What?)
Say you down, gotta stay down, hmm (Let's go, come on)
Otherwise I'ma make my rounds, no cap, yeah (Verse two, man)

I don't discriminate, I want a rich thot (Yeah)
Shawty showin' her pu**y all on TikTok
Pu**y drippin', Blueface, gotta switch mops
Why you trippin'? Just give me all your attention (Ayy, yeah)
I be deep inside her stomach, make her guts talk (What?)
I don't want that quiet sex, I want that sl*t talk (What?)
Stop actin' like you don't wanna go to that Sl*t Walk
I half like you, so I went half on your b*** shots (Oh)
I can't be seen with you at stores, I gotta pull off (Ayy, yeah)
And we be f**kin' with a condom, I damn near pulled it off (Ayy, let's go)
And you know I don't give no f**k
And I know that DY f**ked
And I know that Metro f**ked (Yeah)
They my brothers and I'ma still show you love
I'ma still show you love (Come on)
This sh*t crazy
Hoppin' out the car, no photos, baby
F**k around with you, I been throwed off lately (Yeah, yeah)
Heard sh*t through the grapevine
You want time, I'ma take mine (Yeah)
Gucci belt for her waistline
Say you down, gotta stay down (Come on, come on, come on)
Otherwise I'ma make my rounds, no cap, yeah