CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Avatar

I don’t make friends
Trust will put you in the dirt
Yo homies might just get you murked
Not from my ends
B*t*h got the Glock up her skirt
Shawty here putting in work
B*t*h I’m a clerk
You getting paid on the first
And I’m at yo door on the third
Won’t say a word
I put yo a** on the news
And all of the footage is blurred

Call that sh*t
Black jack
Pulling they cards
Don’t care who you are
I pull on yo boulevard
In a hatch back
With an AR
I make yo body all blue
Like you in avatar

King of this sh*t I’m the czar where my crown at
Why the f**k yall looking down bad
You not an artist ,you tief and you copy
You sound jack
We ain’t be playing around that
We ain’t just playing
I came here to win
Come here I might check ya chin
B*t*h like where you been
I got like 15 let me come
Nut on that grin
Like I just pulled the pin
Better go vacate
Better go get out
Smoking on antidote
Don’t let it get out
I feel like jimi
I’m high in the red house
That b*t*h is crazy
Put my cigarette out

When I’m off blow
I might fight
Playing with me
I send you in the air
Like a satellite
B*t*h I got no appet**e
You can get waxed w the burner
Not talking bout candle light
I tell yo b*t*h open wide
She in the bricks
It’s ironic
We cut up a k of white
Y’all wanna talk every time
B*t*h get yo money up
I’m in my bag talking samsonite

Pu**y
Shut the f**k when I talk now
Yall wanted smoke then pull up to the crib and I promise you ain’t gonna walk out
I be like
Pu**y
Lil b*t*h u best get the message
I take what whatever I mof**king want while u out sucking d**k for percentage
I got a bovine d**k I let hang
Shawty want eat my spit what can I say
I been broke than a b*t*h but I’m on my way
I miss that coke drip but I
Might have to settle for k

Bumping retch out the whip
Siren I dip
Rolling on E I put 5 in whip
Somebody please better come end my sh*t
I might just clean out yo crib then I go sell yo drip
Boy get a grip
No I mean really b*t*h
Go get a grip
I got an oz we breaking downs zips
That girl a trophy I heisman that b*t*h
I feel like tony soprano when I talk my sh*t
Y’all go head and just quit
I feel like tony soprano when I got that grip
Bullets go right through yo rib

When I’m off blow
I might fight
Playing with me
I send you in the air
Like a satellite
B*t*h I got no appet**e
You can get waxed w the burner
Not talking bout candle light
I tell yo b*t*h open wide
She in the bricks
It’s ironic
We cut up a k of white
Y’all wanna talk every time
B*t*h get yo money up
I’m in my bag talking samsonite