CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Bird Call - Live in London
Okay
Chillin' for an hour, smokin' weed, watchin' Worldstar
Benz in the garage, pro'bly gotta drive your girl car
You ain't a rapper if my homies never heard y'all
I just spit a punchline, smile then they bird call (Brr)
Hit your sister in the face with a Nerf Ball
Dealin' with some sh*t that really don't concern y'all
Punch a fan if he get a f**king word wrong
Wavy, givin' you some sh*t that you can surf on
findin' me a b*t*h I can swerve on
Frank Thomas, homie, 'bout to put the hurt on
Your b*t*h a night light, in bed she turned on
I roll some weed, tell her burn one, burn one
Okay
I used to give a f**k about success
Now I just want to see Mila Kunis undress
Hope she down for butt sex, it would be a c*m fest
Uh, sorry, that's some sh*t I had to confess
Crazy-ass b*t*h doing 911 threats
Came in the game smoking Newport Hundreds
Now I'm at the top and the crown fit, gold on my outfit
Surrounded by the pu**y I'ma—Pat
You got that wet pack, b*t*h, come and gimme that
You know we wanna know where them titties at
Got 'em gassed, they be askin' what I'm cooking wit'
Have your little brother ask your moms what a pu**y is
Corruption, stunting at the function
Your girl pu**y smell like Sour Cream & Onion
Woo, pay attention, you gon' learn somethin'
Roll that weed up, and then we burn one
On the playground is where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys, they were up to no good
They started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air"
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said 'Fresh' and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, Holmes, to Bel-Air!"
Hands up, said put your, said put your motherf**king
Hands up, put your motherf**king
Hands up, your hands up
hands up, hands up, hands up, yo, yo
Get 'em up
Now get 'em up, motherf**ker, put 'em up
Keep 'em up, [?] keep 'em up
London keep your hands in the air
Chillin' for an hour, smokin' weed, watchin' Worldstar
Benz in the garage, pro'bly gotta drive your girl car
You ain't a rapper if my homies never heard y'all
I just spit a punchline, smile then they bird call (Brr)
Hit your sister in the face with a Nerf Ball
Dealin' with some sh*t that really don't concern y'all
Punch a fan if he get a f**king word wrong
Wavy, givin' you some sh*t that you can surf on
findin' me a b*t*h I can swerve on
Frank Thomas, homie, 'bout to put the hurt on
Your b*t*h a night light, in bed she turned on
I roll some weed, tell her burn one, burn one
Okay
I used to give a f**k about success
Now I just want to see Mila Kunis undress
Hope she down for butt sex, it would be a c*m fest
Uh, sorry, that's some sh*t I had to confess
Crazy-ass b*t*h doing 911 threats
Came in the game smoking Newport Hundreds
Now I'm at the top and the crown fit, gold on my outfit
Surrounded by the pu**y I'ma—Pat
You got that wet pack, b*t*h, come and gimme that
You know we wanna know where them titties at
Got 'em gassed, they be askin' what I'm cooking wit'
Have your little brother ask your moms what a pu**y is
Corruption, stunting at the function
Your girl pu**y smell like Sour Cream & Onion
Woo, pay attention, you gon' learn somethin'
Roll that weed up, and then we burn one
On the playground is where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys, they were up to no good
They started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air"
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said 'Fresh' and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, Holmes, to Bel-Air!"
Hands up, said put your, said put your motherf**king
Hands up, put your motherf**king
Hands up, your hands up
hands up, hands up, hands up, yo, yo
Get 'em up
Now get 'em up, motherf**ker, put 'em up
Keep 'em up, [?] keep 'em up
London keep your hands in the air
