CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : NEW FRIENDS
Ain't no salary cap, I don't max out
I made a mill' with the tax out
Trigger fingers when the gat's out
But if we throwing hands, hit like Pacquiao
Blood on his shirt
He wiping his nose, you'd think he was sick
You standing too close, you might catch a cold
I keep to the code, I come from the 6
I come from the (Woo)
Kick in the door to your crib
You already know I'm taking a sh*t in your bathroom
I ain't gonna flush after blowing it up
And then I'm gonna c*m in your vacuum
Sipping molly water
Watching How to Train Your Dragon 2, marathon on TNT
Keep a blick on me, in case it gets hot
Gun c*cked, air it out like 'bnb
Rocks in the face, that's the Thing, it's fantastic
Lit like I'm Johnny Blaze in this b*t*h
I ain't got a method, but mans will attack you
Gripping that stick like my c*ck in the bathroom
Two hands
She make it clap, throw two bands
New year, making new friends
Hе a white boy but no Klu' Klan
At least I don't think he is, um
I guеss he—, I guess he could be
Feeling like I'm Finn, I see the strangest things all in my vision now
My dogs turned into snakes, guess they magicians now, I'm over it
Please don't hit my line, I'm j*rking off, there's no controlling it
Me and Matt, we stack our racks, and dock our c*cks, then roll in it
We dock our c*cks
You have really soft lips, dude
They—, we—, really soft lips
Way softer than my girlfriend's lips, if I'm being fully honest
I would love to put your lips on my girlfriend
Uh-oh, Matty Dub on the track
Drip is so clean, got some suds on the track (Woo)
Jakob, he asked me to come on the track
We a choo-choo, running a train on the track
Fantano is dead if he don't give it ten
Send out some shooters to make his life end (Whoa)
Kick in his door, make him squeal like a pig
And then cap his bald ass like I'm clicking a pen
Now I'm stacking the cash and it's tall like a mountain
Got boys with me like it was Brokeback
Now I'm packing the bag and it's got me all anxious
Got poisonous pills in my Prozac
I got your b*t*h in the back of my hatchback
Sucking my d**k like a Dyson, she bad, bad
Packing a brick or two up in my backpack
Call me the dealer like we playing Blackjack (Damn)
I just had an epiphany
That I could probably be the next big rapper wannabe
But I don't think that I'll do it
Because I would much rather sleep until noon and say "Screw it"
Yeah, I might do what you think
Yeah, I might drown in the pink
Yeah, I might f**k around and hit up Embassy Suites
Rent a penthouse and p*ss in the sink
For real, I might get a penthouse in Embassy Suites
And just p*ss in the sink
Put that sh*t on Instagram live, ha
I made a mill' with the tax out
Trigger fingers when the gat's out
But if we throwing hands, hit like Pacquiao
Blood on his shirt
He wiping his nose, you'd think he was sick
You standing too close, you might catch a cold
I keep to the code, I come from the 6
I come from the (Woo)
Kick in the door to your crib
You already know I'm taking a sh*t in your bathroom
I ain't gonna flush after blowing it up
And then I'm gonna c*m in your vacuum
Sipping molly water
Watching How to Train Your Dragon 2, marathon on TNT
Keep a blick on me, in case it gets hot
Gun c*cked, air it out like 'bnb
Rocks in the face, that's the Thing, it's fantastic
Lit like I'm Johnny Blaze in this b*t*h
I ain't got a method, but mans will attack you
Gripping that stick like my c*ck in the bathroom
Two hands
She make it clap, throw two bands
New year, making new friends
Hе a white boy but no Klu' Klan
At least I don't think he is, um
I guеss he—, I guess he could be
Feeling like I'm Finn, I see the strangest things all in my vision now
My dogs turned into snakes, guess they magicians now, I'm over it
Please don't hit my line, I'm j*rking off, there's no controlling it
Me and Matt, we stack our racks, and dock our c*cks, then roll in it
We dock our c*cks
You have really soft lips, dude
They—, we—, really soft lips
Way softer than my girlfriend's lips, if I'm being fully honest
I would love to put your lips on my girlfriend
Uh-oh, Matty Dub on the track
Drip is so clean, got some suds on the track (Woo)
Jakob, he asked me to come on the track
We a choo-choo, running a train on the track
Fantano is dead if he don't give it ten
Send out some shooters to make his life end (Whoa)
Kick in his door, make him squeal like a pig
And then cap his bald ass like I'm clicking a pen
Now I'm stacking the cash and it's tall like a mountain
Got boys with me like it was Brokeback
Now I'm packing the bag and it's got me all anxious
Got poisonous pills in my Prozac
I got your b*t*h in the back of my hatchback
Sucking my d**k like a Dyson, she bad, bad
Packing a brick or two up in my backpack
Call me the dealer like we playing Blackjack (Damn)
I just had an epiphany
That I could probably be the next big rapper wannabe
But I don't think that I'll do it
Because I would much rather sleep until noon and say "Screw it"
Yeah, I might do what you think
Yeah, I might drown in the pink
Yeah, I might f**k around and hit up Embassy Suites
Rent a penthouse and p*ss in the sink
For real, I might get a penthouse in Embassy Suites
And just p*ss in the sink
Put that sh*t on Instagram live, ha
