CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Spin
Hey lil brodie spinning blocks and he been playing with his nose so he ain't sleep yet
Need a heater in these streets 'cause it get cold and I'm anemic
We gon' flip a sucker load, he think he slick, already seen it
All that dissing on the 'net, my shooter slide, make him delete it
"Oh Nelly, he ain't with it, he been busy with all that singing"
Ain't too much rappers in my city who damn near touched a half a million
All this money on the floor as if for grabs, then brodie kill him
Bounce out the loc then walk him down, it's repercussions if we don't finish
Back to business, I been rapping for the bag, you in it for the clout
All these b*t*hes ho', just take the right guy go and bring it out
I don't like to lie, matter of fact it give me cotton mouth
Don't make us put the SRTs away and bring the Hondas out
Fresh as f**k when I step in, I'mma make sure they bring the cameras out
Rolling off respect but I get cranky when it's wearing out
Crazy a** fans, we paranoid, brodie might fan you down
Three thousand for the coat when I step in, make sure I'm stepping out
Hey lil baby I'm expensive, can't afford to lack
If all you offer is some pu**y, I need more than that
I hit it from the back and slap her a**, I'm recording that
My young life sick, they doing skits in a corona mask
Hey I'm stepping on the gas, say she gripping on my d**k, I'm gripping on the strap
Eat it from the back, ooh she love my lil nasty a**
Ask me where I'm from, look at my tats, why you asking that
40s to his chest now he can't breathe, it's a asthma attack
Aye, homie slap strategic boy they back to back
Please don't mention nothing 'bout my name if ain't no facts in that
Aye, clapping from the back, oh she clapping back
All my homies playing quarterback, bullets pa**ing that
Need a heater in these streets 'cause it get cold and I'm anemic
We gon' flip a sucker load, he think he slick, already seen it
All that dissing on the 'net, my shooter slide, make him delete it
"Oh Nelly, he ain't with it, he been busy with all that singing"
Ain't too much rappers in my city who damn near touched a half a million
All this money on the floor as if for grabs, then brodie kill him
Bounce out the loc then walk him down, it's repercussions if we don't finish
Back to business, I been rapping for the bag, you in it for the clout
All these b*t*hes ho', just take the right guy go and bring it out
I don't like to lie, matter of fact it give me cotton mouth
Don't make us put the SRTs away and bring the Hondas out
Fresh as f**k when I step in, I'mma make sure they bring the cameras out
Rolling off respect but I get cranky when it's wearing out
Crazy a** fans, we paranoid, brodie might fan you down
Three thousand for the coat when I step in, make sure I'm stepping out
Hey lil baby I'm expensive, can't afford to lack
If all you offer is some pu**y, I need more than that
I hit it from the back and slap her a**, I'm recording that
My young life sick, they doing skits in a corona mask
Hey I'm stepping on the gas, say she gripping on my d**k, I'm gripping on the strap
Eat it from the back, ooh she love my lil nasty a**
Ask me where I'm from, look at my tats, why you asking that
40s to his chest now he can't breathe, it's a asthma attack
Aye, homie slap strategic boy they back to back
Please don't mention nothing 'bout my name if ain't no facts in that
Aye, clapping from the back, oh she clapping back
All my homies playing quarterback, bullets pa**ing that
