CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Split Decision Pt 1
I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want
So tell me what you want, what you really really want
I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want
So tell me what you want, what you really really want
I wanna (Hey!), I wanna (Hey!), I wanna (Hey!), I wanna (Hey!)
Brand new Glock with a thirty clip, hangin' out that b*t*h n***a
I don't really even like to talk my sh*t n***a, but yeah I'm lit n***a
Gang scrapin' out the pot, it ain't grits n***a
Yellow diamonds on my chain, look like p*ss n***a
C.T.M., hitmakin'
Oh that's yo b*t*h Lil n***a, now yo b*t*h takin'
Break, now yo b*t*h breakin'
Everything I say, yeah its facts I don't like fakin'
Oh you like that hard sh*t, go and take pavement
See the future in my eyes, I am not raven
Money fall like leaves, we is not rakin'
Brody play with white sh*t he is not slavin'
Haha, ion' even think you get that
Oh, yo breaf stank? why don't you go grab a tic tac
Nick, knack, paddywhack, give a dog a bone
I give yo b*t*h a bone, while she chillin' at her home
She don't even really like you, she be fakin' when she moan
And you know that she don't like you, boy you know that sh*t is raw
You need to quit it
I smoke a n***a like a cigarette, that's how I'm livin'
You n***as actin' like some kids, you some children
I'm tryna touch a bill n***a, f**k a million
Stay down till you come up, yeah, I feel it
My brother mosey on the beat, he one of the realest, for real
(Brrr)
Man I'm here to talk my sh*t man
Mosey in this b*t*h man
And you know it's gettin' lit man
Come on
P.I.M.P, b*t*h she wanna f**k me, she can only f**k the team
Got a whole hunnid racks, and it's hanging out my jeans
I remember when the block was lit, hangin' on the street
My n***a shot him in the leg, now he walkin' with a lean
Dog walkin' n***as, I ain't got them on a leash
And I'ma pop my sh*t, don't pop no grease
And all my n***as finna eat, yes I'm talkin' 'bout a feast
And I done schooled a bunch of n***as, like what else I gotta teach
I got goons out the way, I got goons on a lick
I got goons in Seattle, gotta do what I say
And my nut looks like braces, the way she got it on her face
She started lickin' the tip, say she like how it tastes
And it's crazy, n***as still broke, they still on food stamps
Burn a hundred dollar bill, and throw it in the trash can
I remember f**kin' b*t*hes in the bathroom at the school dance
Comin' out the door and she was walkin' like an old man
I don't wanna pull up, do no romance
I don't wanna hit whatever you sayin'
b*t*hes like to get stuck on me, like some toe jam
That sh*t, uh, that sh*t, uh, that sh*t, uh, like old man
Ass on me shakin' like, uh, ass on me shakin' like b*t*h, don't stop
Know I had to pull up on my n***a, yeah I'm wild
I just wanna see all my n***as on top, b*t*h
So tell me what you want, what you really really want
I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want
So tell me what you want, what you really really want
I wanna (Hey!), I wanna (Hey!), I wanna (Hey!), I wanna (Hey!)
Brand new Glock with a thirty clip, hangin' out that b*t*h n***a
I don't really even like to talk my sh*t n***a, but yeah I'm lit n***a
Gang scrapin' out the pot, it ain't grits n***a
Yellow diamonds on my chain, look like p*ss n***a
C.T.M., hitmakin'
Oh that's yo b*t*h Lil n***a, now yo b*t*h takin'
Break, now yo b*t*h breakin'
Everything I say, yeah its facts I don't like fakin'
Oh you like that hard sh*t, go and take pavement
See the future in my eyes, I am not raven
Money fall like leaves, we is not rakin'
Brody play with white sh*t he is not slavin'
Haha, ion' even think you get that
Oh, yo breaf stank? why don't you go grab a tic tac
Nick, knack, paddywhack, give a dog a bone
I give yo b*t*h a bone, while she chillin' at her home
She don't even really like you, she be fakin' when she moan
And you know that she don't like you, boy you know that sh*t is raw
You need to quit it
I smoke a n***a like a cigarette, that's how I'm livin'
You n***as actin' like some kids, you some children
I'm tryna touch a bill n***a, f**k a million
Stay down till you come up, yeah, I feel it
My brother mosey on the beat, he one of the realest, for real
(Brrr)
Man I'm here to talk my sh*t man
Mosey in this b*t*h man
And you know it's gettin' lit man
Come on
P.I.M.P, b*t*h she wanna f**k me, she can only f**k the team
Got a whole hunnid racks, and it's hanging out my jeans
I remember when the block was lit, hangin' on the street
My n***a shot him in the leg, now he walkin' with a lean
Dog walkin' n***as, I ain't got them on a leash
And I'ma pop my sh*t, don't pop no grease
And all my n***as finna eat, yes I'm talkin' 'bout a feast
And I done schooled a bunch of n***as, like what else I gotta teach
I got goons out the way, I got goons on a lick
I got goons in Seattle, gotta do what I say
And my nut looks like braces, the way she got it on her face
She started lickin' the tip, say she like how it tastes
And it's crazy, n***as still broke, they still on food stamps
Burn a hundred dollar bill, and throw it in the trash can
I remember f**kin' b*t*hes in the bathroom at the school dance
Comin' out the door and she was walkin' like an old man
I don't wanna pull up, do no romance
I don't wanna hit whatever you sayin'
b*t*hes like to get stuck on me, like some toe jam
That sh*t, uh, that sh*t, uh, that sh*t, uh, like old man
Ass on me shakin' like, uh, ass on me shakin' like b*t*h, don't stop
Know I had to pull up on my n***a, yeah I'm wild
I just wanna see all my n***as on top, b*t*h
