CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : 7/20 (War)

Ooh-uh, woah, uh-uh

Mhm, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My grip, I can't get ahold of it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I go to sleep with a loaded clip

I go to war, I go to war, I go to war about my gang
I go to war, I go to war, I go to war about my gang
I go to war, I go to war, I go to war about my gang
I go to war about my gang
I go to war about my gang
I go to—

I got the fleece that'll cover the piece when it's dinner time
I'm in a war in my head a lot
I'ma take more even though, It's been clouding my head a lot
I saw the bro, layed with crows all around him
And that means he's not coming home
I am a Taurus but not with the bullsh*t
Mix the orange soda with the actavis
It got me hooked just like the courses
I'm responsible for all this traffic
And I ride a Mustang not the horses
Got a twin with me like Minneapolis
How did I end up on the Forbes List
I'm from Cleveland we don't make it out of here
Mhm, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My grip, I can't get the hole of it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I go to sleep with a loaded clip

I go to war, I go to war, I go to war about my gang
I go to war, I go to war, I go to war about my gang
I go to war, I go to war, I go to war about my gang
I go to war about my gang
I go to war about my gang
I go to—

[Instrumental Outro / Open Verses]