CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : California worldd
Why you always tryna spend my money?
Why you always gotta act so funny?
I got six gold chains on and I'm goin' dummy
While your b*t*h give me brains in the back of the Hummer
California girls f**kin' with me in the summer
It's that California world sh*t, California cutta
Why you always tryna spend my money?
Why you always gotta act so funny?
I got six gold chains on and I'm goin' dummy
While your b*t*h give me brains in the back of the Hummer
California girls f**kin' with me in the summer
It's that California world sh*t, California cutta
California girls f**kin' with me in the summer
It's that California world sh*t
Lights out, baby, it's on
I'm 'bout to make a stain on your Louis Vuitton
If you f**kin' with a lame then this is your song
'Cause I wrote it with your name on the tip of my tongue (The tip of my tongue)
Lights out, baby, it's on
I'm 'bout to make a stain on your Louis Vuitton
If you f**kin' with a lame then this is your song
'Cause I wrote it with your name on the tip of my tonguе (The tip of my tongue)
F**k you, b*t*h, I'm breakin' b*t*hеs, pimpin', sell a n***a's hoes
Take it in, I turn her out, she ridin' up and down the pole
You will be the one, take her out and buy her clothes
I'ma be the cone, take her money, you know how it go
F**k you, b*t*h, I'm breakin' b*t*hes, pimpin', sell a n***a's hoes
Take it in, I turn her out, she ridin' up and down the pole
You will be the one, take her out and buy her clothes
I'ma be the cone, take her money, you know how it go
Lights out, baby, it's on
I'm 'bout to make a stain on your Louis Vuitton
If you f**kin' with a lame then this is your song
'Cause I wrote it with your name on the tip of my tongue (The tip of my tongue)
Lights out, baby, it's on
I'm 'bout to make a stain on your Louis Vuitton
If you f**kin' with a lame then this is your song
'Cause I wrote it with your name on the tip of my tongue (The tip of my tongue)
Why you always tryin' to spend my money?
Why you always gotta act so funny?
I got six gold chains on and I'm goin' dummy
While your b*t*h give me brains in the back of the Hummer
California girls f**kin' with me in the summer
It's that California world sh*t, California cutta
California girls f**kin' with me in the summer
It's that California world sh*t
Lights out, baby, it's on
I'm 'bout to make a stain on your Louis Vuitton
If you f**kin' with a lame then this is your song
'Cause I wrote it with your name on the tip of my tongue (The tip of my tongue)
Lights out, baby, it's on
I'm 'bout to make a stain on your Louis Vuitton
If you f**kin' with a lame then this is your song
'Cause I wrote it with your name on the tip of my tongue (The tip of my tongue)
F**k you, b*t*h, I'm breakin' b*t*hes, pimpin', sell a n***a's hoes
Take it in, I turn her out, she ridin' up and down the pole
You will be the one, take her out and buy her clothes
I'ma be the cone, take her money, you know how it go
F**k you, b*t*h, I'm breakin' b*t*hes, pimpin', sell a n***a's hoes
Take it in, I turn her out, she ridin' up and down the pole
You will be the one, take her out and buy her clothes
I'ma be the cone, take her money, you know how it go
Why you always gotta act so funny?
I got six gold chains on and I'm goin' dummy
While your b*t*h give me brains in the back of the Hummer
California girls f**kin' with me in the summer
It's that California world sh*t, California cutta
Why you always tryna spend my money?
Why you always gotta act so funny?
I got six gold chains on and I'm goin' dummy
While your b*t*h give me brains in the back of the Hummer
California girls f**kin' with me in the summer
It's that California world sh*t, California cutta
California girls f**kin' with me in the summer
It's that California world sh*t
Lights out, baby, it's on
I'm 'bout to make a stain on your Louis Vuitton
If you f**kin' with a lame then this is your song
'Cause I wrote it with your name on the tip of my tongue (The tip of my tongue)
Lights out, baby, it's on
I'm 'bout to make a stain on your Louis Vuitton
If you f**kin' with a lame then this is your song
'Cause I wrote it with your name on the tip of my tonguе (The tip of my tongue)
F**k you, b*t*h, I'm breakin' b*t*hеs, pimpin', sell a n***a's hoes
Take it in, I turn her out, she ridin' up and down the pole
You will be the one, take her out and buy her clothes
I'ma be the cone, take her money, you know how it go
F**k you, b*t*h, I'm breakin' b*t*hes, pimpin', sell a n***a's hoes
Take it in, I turn her out, she ridin' up and down the pole
You will be the one, take her out and buy her clothes
I'ma be the cone, take her money, you know how it go
Lights out, baby, it's on
I'm 'bout to make a stain on your Louis Vuitton
If you f**kin' with a lame then this is your song
'Cause I wrote it with your name on the tip of my tongue (The tip of my tongue)
Lights out, baby, it's on
I'm 'bout to make a stain on your Louis Vuitton
If you f**kin' with a lame then this is your song
'Cause I wrote it with your name on the tip of my tongue (The tip of my tongue)
Why you always tryin' to spend my money?
Why you always gotta act so funny?
I got six gold chains on and I'm goin' dummy
While your b*t*h give me brains in the back of the Hummer
California girls f**kin' with me in the summer
It's that California world sh*t, California cutta
California girls f**kin' with me in the summer
It's that California world sh*t
Lights out, baby, it's on
I'm 'bout to make a stain on your Louis Vuitton
If you f**kin' with a lame then this is your song
'Cause I wrote it with your name on the tip of my tongue (The tip of my tongue)
Lights out, baby, it's on
I'm 'bout to make a stain on your Louis Vuitton
If you f**kin' with a lame then this is your song
'Cause I wrote it with your name on the tip of my tongue (The tip of my tongue)
F**k you, b*t*h, I'm breakin' b*t*hes, pimpin', sell a n***a's hoes
Take it in, I turn her out, she ridin' up and down the pole
You will be the one, take her out and buy her clothes
I'ma be the cone, take her money, you know how it go
F**k you, b*t*h, I'm breakin' b*t*hes, pimpin', sell a n***a's hoes
Take it in, I turn her out, she ridin' up and down the pole
You will be the one, take her out and buy her clothes
I'ma be the cone, take her money, you know how it go
