CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : KILL
I got pipe dreams of crack rocks and stripper poles
Of f*****g centerfolds
So I got secrets only me and all my n****s know
Of kicking in the doors
I’ll send a b***h to get ya, so don’t play f*****g stupid
I know you got the product
'Cause I could smell the money, I could taste the weed
Give me somethin' or a body, only way I’ll leave
I love to watch 'em squirm, I love when b*****s bleed
If she’s s*****g ** *** b****l, you can’t hear her scream
So kiss the f*****g carpet, this aggravated larson
And then I’m out the door, it’s monsters in your home
Black gloves, mask on, muzzle plated chrome
Who done called the cops on my n****s?
Who done called the cops on my n****s?
That’s the first one to go, the first shot I blow
Who done called the cops on my n****s?
Who done called the cops on my n****s?
Shotta, shotta
Who be that, the number one shotta?
Put a missile on you when I'm on your blocka
It no be thing, no be issue when I'm off it, off it, I'm off it
I got the magazine for the pistol
For any politician talkin' s**t, givin' issue
Another black man in the street, it's official
We riding out the spirit, we go another pistol
Huh, f**k—another cracker
Cop comin' on my block for the answers
Huh, I no got time for your question
Huh, this pon' mi mommy and mi bredren
Of f*****g centerfolds
So I got secrets only me and all my n****s know
Of kicking in the doors
I’ll send a b***h to get ya, so don’t play f*****g stupid
I know you got the product
'Cause I could smell the money, I could taste the weed
Give me somethin' or a body, only way I’ll leave
I love to watch 'em squirm, I love when b*****s bleed
If she’s s*****g ** *** b****l, you can’t hear her scream
So kiss the f*****g carpet, this aggravated larson
And then I’m out the door, it’s monsters in your home
Black gloves, mask on, muzzle plated chrome
Who done called the cops on my n****s?
Who done called the cops on my n****s?
That’s the first one to go, the first shot I blow
Who done called the cops on my n****s?
Who done called the cops on my n****s?
Shotta, shotta
Who be that, the number one shotta?
Put a missile on you when I'm on your blocka
It no be thing, no be issue when I'm off it, off it, I'm off it
I got the magazine for the pistol
For any politician talkin' s**t, givin' issue
Another black man in the street, it's official
We riding out the spirit, we go another pistol
Huh, f**k—another cracker
Cop comin' on my block for the answers
Huh, I no got time for your question
Huh, this pon' mi mommy and mi bredren
