CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Hypnotic
Man you see the diamonds on my neck, they hypnotic
Voolin in the crowd, nd im screaming all this nonsense
Pull up to the trap spot, guarantee we got all your needs
f**k ya plug, he not sh*t to me, uh x2
Boy gimme a couple years nd you gon see some plaques up on my wall
I remember running nd finessing in the mall
I keep shooting jus like harden whether issa hit or miss
Put a hole inside ya bro make his ahh look like some swiss, cheese
Out here jus like wheezy
Sippin wok like its sum fiji
Face a backwood, this shi got me dizzy
No kizzy
XD on my right jus like disney
Shoutout mo, mama we really finna make it on tv
f**k еverybody, everyonе seeming fishy
Like really, what the f**k is up wit yall
I been trynna ball
What the f**k is up wit yall
Said im all in
Really feeling like this music is my calling
Playing wimme you gon get ya noggin knocked off
Like that hoe was a school, i pull up, drop my kids off
I want rick owens on my sneakers
Killing beats, i feel jus like the reaper
Rocking checkmarks, i can't fw adidas
Im bound to blow up like sum chemicals inside a beaker
Steady dissing on the net buh they my biggest fan up in the bleachers
Ion get that shi, you needa fix yo shi
Man you see the diamonds on my neck, they hypnotic
Voolin in the crowd, nd im screaming all this nonsense
Pull up to the trap spot, guarantee we got all your needs
f**k ya plug, he not sh*t to me, uh x2
Voolin in the crowd, nd im screaming all this nonsense
Pull up to the trap spot, guarantee we got all your needs
f**k ya plug, he not sh*t to me, uh x2
Boy gimme a couple years nd you gon see some plaques up on my wall
I remember running nd finessing in the mall
I keep shooting jus like harden whether issa hit or miss
Put a hole inside ya bro make his ahh look like some swiss, cheese
Out here jus like wheezy
Sippin wok like its sum fiji
Face a backwood, this shi got me dizzy
No kizzy
XD on my right jus like disney
Shoutout mo, mama we really finna make it on tv
f**k еverybody, everyonе seeming fishy
Like really, what the f**k is up wit yall
I been trynna ball
What the f**k is up wit yall
Said im all in
Really feeling like this music is my calling
Playing wimme you gon get ya noggin knocked off
Like that hoe was a school, i pull up, drop my kids off
I want rick owens on my sneakers
Killing beats, i feel jus like the reaper
Rocking checkmarks, i can't fw adidas
Im bound to blow up like sum chemicals inside a beaker
Steady dissing on the net buh they my biggest fan up in the bleachers
Ion get that shi, you needa fix yo shi
Man you see the diamonds on my neck, they hypnotic
Voolin in the crowd, nd im screaming all this nonsense
Pull up to the trap spot, guarantee we got all your needs
f**k ya plug, he not sh*t to me, uh x2
