CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : OTS Freestlye
Ayy man
NHL for life, man
Find out that b*t*h in me
You already know it is my
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
f**k, it’s [?]
Alright, alright
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Ay yo [?] made)
I’m on his face like some make up (Oh-oh)
I was broke, now I'm up, got my cake up (Cake)
In the back of a bank, gettin' a face up (Face)
This a life that I live, I can’t make up (Ah)
‘Cause my other b*t*h callin’ ion owe apologies (Ah)
I’m sorry b*t*h we gon’ break up(Ah, ah, woah)
n***as they dissin' on me, I ain’t mad
I know a lotta n***as, they hate up
Check this ass, got him dead wit’ the laser (Laser)
Must be drunk if you think I’ma chase her (b*t*h)
Clip full of that lid, I erase him
Kidnap him, put his head in the basement
Keep g's whеn we just like a mason
Keep a hunnid wit’ ‘em, n***as, Bеn Franklin (Boom, boom)
I ain’t gotta run no more
Call Mosey, Sauve and Cisco, they will chase em
Yeah, oh
Stockin’ in, I got a chop (Chop)
n***as they hatin’ they talkin’ a lot (C’mon)
Flyin’ around with a stick in the box (Boom)
Twenty-Three b*t*hes, and all of them thots (Yeah)
I hit her up like a back in (b*t*h)
Needed in full, f**k a backend (Yeah)
My n***a locked up had to eat, swear
But I paid his bail like you see, I got dumb bread (Oh)
I’m totin’ a yeet, you know it’s a glockie (b*t*h)
Told her, “Come over and give me some sloppy” (Yeah)
My Spanish hoes, all call me Papi (Uhh-uh)
Stackin’ this bread, you know its a hobby (Hobby)
Broke that b*t*h back, right in the Lobby (I did)
Why was she bad? She looked like a Barbie (C’mon)
Poured up some lean, look like a Zombie
f**k her and kick her you know I’m not sorry (Oh, oh)
I'm in Japan, sippin’ on sake
She wit' the whole gang, no bukkake
Hope I make a n***a dance, jabawaki
I keep a stick on me like I’m huntin'
Put his car like poker, feel like the joker
These n***as just a persona
Get his ass, like his ass in Tacoma
Put a chop, they gon' spread like corona
Want the smoke, like a stoner
This game over, turn trust out to a donor
b*t*h want me to choke her like I’m homer
At the top of the hill like I’m Jonah
Cop me a Benz, cop me a Bentley
But I jus’ roll me a Rover (Uh)
Chew on my d**k, roller coaster (Uh)
You in a hole like a gopher (Uh)
b*t*h
Ayy
I do the impossible like him
You can ask about me in the streets
n***as hatin’ on me but they wish they was like him
Shoot him with four-four but he lean to the right
I'm a GD but them n***as like {?}
It ain't over till I say its over
But its 4 shots on me like a clover
Get a pad with some shake I expose him
I told her, “You might that I’m Jehovah “
We don’t bake ‘em, but n***a I roast ‘em
Hang his body up, I think he a poster
These n***as straight cap or posers
I keep that gun under my arm man
We screamin’ out “f**k a holster”, uh
Just in case, a n***a get closer
We in this
I’m the most hated, this sh*t never stop, yeah (It don't)
I gettin’ money a lot (C’mo)
Cleanin’ a beat like a mop, yeah (Mop)
Runnin’ yo crib, no I’m not (Boom, boom)
I’m in this b*t*h like a Louis (Louis)
Rest in peace Kari and [?]
I came from a time, where this sh*t always gloomy (Uh-uh)
You the type of n***a gon' sue me (Oh, b*t*h)
Look at my diamonds, they cold (Yeah)
It’s just me and my n***as and poles (Poles)
You not blamin' no more you tote (You tote)
That b*t*h she bad, freak hoe (Lil' b*t*h)
Don’t gotta worry, I’m rich (Ooh)
But a n***a still hit some licks (Some licks)
Whole lotta bands on my wrist (Yeah)
And I ballin' like the New York Knicks (Ayy, uh)
Smokin’ on G all packed on the wood (Gas)
Run up on me, go lay where you stood (Prraah)
You see I can’t, but I think I should (I should)
You say I won’t, but you know I would (I would)
Would you want a winner? Come f**k wit’ the team (Uh-huh)
Glock ’26 and it came wit’ a beam (Yeah)
I’m reachin’ the guts, I’m makin’ a cream
All of a movie, it seemed like a dream
Got twenty hoes, the off the coke
n***as want static, it’s up it's smoke (Uh)
I’m doin’ my duggy, she takin’ the d**k (Duggy)
b*t*h you got one up, I’m tappin’ the stick (He do)
New foreign b*t*h, and you know she thick (Ooh)
If she ain’t sucking d**k, so she get the kick (Kick)
Rollie my wrist, she know that sh*t froze
Shooters my team, they lookin’ like pros (Pros)
My phone on do not disturb
f**k that b*t*h, then I kick to the curb
Me and my bro like Phineas and Ferb
On a bougie, say eighty for the burn
Ain’t got no time for a girl
She swallows my kids like its nerds
New b*t*h startin’ to get on my nerves
Sip the lean off a Perc, I’ma curve
Told ‘em n***as that it’s you that serve
In the feeling, yeah, this my turn
Lil’ n***a you not bout that {?}
This Choppa gon’ eat like desert
Get the whip, drive it, skrrt-skrrt
Keep talkin’ ‘bout this and the dirt
Put this d**k in your b*t*h, she a flirt
This 45 gon' burn like a perc
NHL for life, man
Find out that b*t*h in me
You already know it is my
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
f**k, it’s [?]
Alright, alright
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Ay yo [?] made)
I’m on his face like some make up (Oh-oh)
I was broke, now I'm up, got my cake up (Cake)
In the back of a bank, gettin' a face up (Face)
This a life that I live, I can’t make up (Ah)
‘Cause my other b*t*h callin’ ion owe apologies (Ah)
I’m sorry b*t*h we gon’ break up(Ah, ah, woah)
n***as they dissin' on me, I ain’t mad
I know a lotta n***as, they hate up
Check this ass, got him dead wit’ the laser (Laser)
Must be drunk if you think I’ma chase her (b*t*h)
Clip full of that lid, I erase him
Kidnap him, put his head in the basement
Keep g's whеn we just like a mason
Keep a hunnid wit’ ‘em, n***as, Bеn Franklin (Boom, boom)
I ain’t gotta run no more
Call Mosey, Sauve and Cisco, they will chase em
Yeah, oh
Stockin’ in, I got a chop (Chop)
n***as they hatin’ they talkin’ a lot (C’mon)
Flyin’ around with a stick in the box (Boom)
Twenty-Three b*t*hes, and all of them thots (Yeah)
I hit her up like a back in (b*t*h)
Needed in full, f**k a backend (Yeah)
My n***a locked up had to eat, swear
But I paid his bail like you see, I got dumb bread (Oh)
I’m totin’ a yeet, you know it’s a glockie (b*t*h)
Told her, “Come over and give me some sloppy” (Yeah)
My Spanish hoes, all call me Papi (Uhh-uh)
Stackin’ this bread, you know its a hobby (Hobby)
Broke that b*t*h back, right in the Lobby (I did)
Why was she bad? She looked like a Barbie (C’mon)
Poured up some lean, look like a Zombie
f**k her and kick her you know I’m not sorry (Oh, oh)
I'm in Japan, sippin’ on sake
She wit' the whole gang, no bukkake
Hope I make a n***a dance, jabawaki
I keep a stick on me like I’m huntin'
Put his car like poker, feel like the joker
These n***as just a persona
Get his ass, like his ass in Tacoma
Put a chop, they gon' spread like corona
Want the smoke, like a stoner
This game over, turn trust out to a donor
b*t*h want me to choke her like I’m homer
At the top of the hill like I’m Jonah
Cop me a Benz, cop me a Bentley
But I jus’ roll me a Rover (Uh)
Chew on my d**k, roller coaster (Uh)
You in a hole like a gopher (Uh)
b*t*h
Ayy
I do the impossible like him
You can ask about me in the streets
n***as hatin’ on me but they wish they was like him
Shoot him with four-four but he lean to the right
I'm a GD but them n***as like {?}
It ain't over till I say its over
But its 4 shots on me like a clover
Get a pad with some shake I expose him
I told her, “You might that I’m Jehovah “
We don’t bake ‘em, but n***a I roast ‘em
Hang his body up, I think he a poster
These n***as straight cap or posers
I keep that gun under my arm man
We screamin’ out “f**k a holster”, uh
Just in case, a n***a get closer
We in this
I’m the most hated, this sh*t never stop, yeah (It don't)
I gettin’ money a lot (C’mo)
Cleanin’ a beat like a mop, yeah (Mop)
Runnin’ yo crib, no I’m not (Boom, boom)
I’m in this b*t*h like a Louis (Louis)
Rest in peace Kari and [?]
I came from a time, where this sh*t always gloomy (Uh-uh)
You the type of n***a gon' sue me (Oh, b*t*h)
Look at my diamonds, they cold (Yeah)
It’s just me and my n***as and poles (Poles)
You not blamin' no more you tote (You tote)
That b*t*h she bad, freak hoe (Lil' b*t*h)
Don’t gotta worry, I’m rich (Ooh)
But a n***a still hit some licks (Some licks)
Whole lotta bands on my wrist (Yeah)
And I ballin' like the New York Knicks (Ayy, uh)
Smokin’ on G all packed on the wood (Gas)
Run up on me, go lay where you stood (Prraah)
You see I can’t, but I think I should (I should)
You say I won’t, but you know I would (I would)
Would you want a winner? Come f**k wit’ the team (Uh-huh)
Glock ’26 and it came wit’ a beam (Yeah)
I’m reachin’ the guts, I’m makin’ a cream
All of a movie, it seemed like a dream
Got twenty hoes, the off the coke
n***as want static, it’s up it's smoke (Uh)
I’m doin’ my duggy, she takin’ the d**k (Duggy)
b*t*h you got one up, I’m tappin’ the stick (He do)
New foreign b*t*h, and you know she thick (Ooh)
If she ain’t sucking d**k, so she get the kick (Kick)
Rollie my wrist, she know that sh*t froze
Shooters my team, they lookin’ like pros (Pros)
My phone on do not disturb
f**k that b*t*h, then I kick to the curb
Me and my bro like Phineas and Ferb
On a bougie, say eighty for the burn
Ain’t got no time for a girl
She swallows my kids like its nerds
New b*t*h startin’ to get on my nerves
Sip the lean off a Perc, I’ma curve
Told ‘em n***as that it’s you that serve
In the feeling, yeah, this my turn
Lil’ n***a you not bout that {?}
This Choppa gon’ eat like desert
Get the whip, drive it, skrrt-skrrt
Keep talkin’ ‘bout this and the dirt
Put this d**k in your b*t*h, she a flirt
This 45 gon' burn like a perc
