CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : LipStick
Wreck less i'm not alright
I been upping the white
Just like every night
Spit in yo face
Yeah I know you like
Under yo skin
Like a spider bite
Ain't give a f**k
I like picking fights
Putting my knife
In a piggy right
Between her legs
Like a motorbike
She wanna f**k
I ain't playing nice
F**k I don't care about sh*t
My mind is split
My life ain't it
Really I just wanna quit
High as a b*t*h
Maybe i'll take a step back
And relax if I just get another hit
Maybe another hit
I'm in the gutter b*t*h
I'm in the cut
Like a st**ch on my f**king wrist
She left lipstick on my d**k when she done with it
How you gon hate on the kid
Make all my money the get off the grid
Just to p*ss off the feds
I ain't got time for this childish sh*t
I'm working harder than you
Matter fact
This is the simplest sh*t
Matter fact
I'm getting tired of talking
I go and get on my guillotine sh*t
I got my grip in the pit
You don't scream to my song
Ain't give a f**k i'm killing you b*t*h
I gotta bone to pick
Back up off me imma catch a
Body and dispose of it
You get hit
You fake depressed so imma
Take your wrist and I cut on it
Imma lynch
Anybody who a snitch
Dump your body in a ditch
Guess imma switch
I do not care about you
For all I care you can just quit
I think imma grab my saw
Step on ya skull
And imma cut till it comes off
Kick in ya jaw
I never stop running fades
Just like i'm Tony Jaa
I want you all
Dead in a hearse
I'm killing you after I kill this verse
I don't understand why you kids never learn
You mess with a god and thats how you get burned
So long goodnight
Guess you gonna die tonight
He wanted to fist fight
Now his face don't look so right
My Glock got a nasty bite
It'll sick em on sight
Now we at the red light
Run you get hit in flight
I been upping the white
Just like every night
Spit in yo face
Yeah I know you like
Under yo skin
Like a spider bite
Ain't give a f**k
I like picking fights
Putting my knife
In a piggy right
Between her legs
Like a motorbike
She wanna f**k
I ain't playing nice
F**k I don't care about sh*t
My mind is split
My life ain't it
Really I just wanna quit
High as a b*t*h
Maybe i'll take a step back
And relax if I just get another hit
Maybe another hit
I'm in the gutter b*t*h
I'm in the cut
Like a st**ch on my f**king wrist
She left lipstick on my d**k when she done with it
How you gon hate on the kid
Make all my money the get off the grid
Just to p*ss off the feds
I ain't got time for this childish sh*t
I'm working harder than you
Matter fact
This is the simplest sh*t
Matter fact
I'm getting tired of talking
I go and get on my guillotine sh*t
I got my grip in the pit
You don't scream to my song
Ain't give a f**k i'm killing you b*t*h
I gotta bone to pick
Back up off me imma catch a
Body and dispose of it
You get hit
You fake depressed so imma
Take your wrist and I cut on it
Imma lynch
Anybody who a snitch
Dump your body in a ditch
Guess imma switch
I do not care about you
For all I care you can just quit
I think imma grab my saw
Step on ya skull
And imma cut till it comes off
Kick in ya jaw
I never stop running fades
Just like i'm Tony Jaa
I want you all
Dead in a hearse
I'm killing you after I kill this verse
I don't understand why you kids never learn
You mess with a god and thats how you get burned
So long goodnight
Guess you gonna die tonight
He wanted to fist fight
Now his face don't look so right
My Glock got a nasty bite
It'll sick em on sight
Now we at the red light
Run you get hit in flight
