CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Mass Extinction
If I'm in the club, b*t*hes know that I get it
They talk about me when they talk about spending
Get the f**k out the way I'm bout to clear the finish
I'm feelin' so proud, told my mama I did it
I'm not about drama, but yes, I'm bout b*t*hes
I get down in her pants, I get down in the britches
When I cool with the devil, I watch my decisions
I just opened her up b*t*h I'm makin' incisions
I got some guns and they all got extensions
I bring out some sh*t that cause some ma** extinction
I'm pullin' out packs, when I take one, I strengthen
I pop a bar and lose all comprehension
And I beat Tay-K a** in different dimension
You irrelevant, get the f**k out my mentions
I know why they hate, it's because I'm an a**hole
I pull up and lay 'em all down like El Paso
She ride my d**k like a muhf**kin' saddle
I got all these b*t*hes in herds like some cattle
Heard he be talkin' to feds, when I pull up
I mask up now he don't got no way to tattle
F**k all you clowns, you be lookin like
I pull up and hit his lil a** with a paddle
Look at these diamonds, they dance and they dazzlin'
Shawty want f**k me because I am havin' it
Bring out the pipe and we can get to crackin' it
Known what I said in my songs and I'm backing it
Do not do love, like I don't do attachments
Hit her one time then you know that I'm pa**in' it
You movin' Os, that don't mean you traffickin'
Pull out the pistol, you can bet that I'm blastin' it
Put a whole d**k in her a** while I'm slappin' it (aah)
Yo b*t*h look average
I make 'em run with my gun, ain't no athletic
I think that yo b*t*h in love with my asthetic
B*t*hes came too high, be smokin' on synthetic
All of these cappin' a** rappers so pathetic
Big 83, little b*t*h I'm a trendsetter
He copped the pistol that said that she [?]
He know what's next, lil b*t*h I got Heath Ledger
Just might OD of that percs once im repressin'
I got an 911, what's your emergency?
Unintelligible
In what town?
Darlington
Kay, what's going on there
I just stabbed myself and I killed my two children
You stabbed yourself and killed your two children?
Mm-hmm
If I'm in the club, b*t*hes know that I get it
They talk about me when they talk about spending
Get the f**k out the way I'm bout to clear the finish
I'm feelin' so proud, told my mama I did it
I'm not about drama, but yes, I'm bout b*t*hes
I get down in her pants, I get down in the britches
When I cool with the devil, I watch my decisions
I just opened her up b*t*h I'm makin' incisions
I got some guns and they all got extensions
I bring out some sh*t that cause some ma** extinction
I'm pullin' out packs, when I take one, I strengthen
I pop a bar and lose all comprehension
And I beat Tay-K a** in different dimension
You irrelevant, get the f**k out my mentions
Decapitate you out the coupe like you Earnhardt
Sippin' wokchardt 'cause you know that I work hard
Grand Theft Auto, we lickin' with yo car
If yo b*t*h pu**y tight, then my d**k is a crowbar
Suckin' my d**k through the zip on my crowbar
And just like my c*ck, she like "why is you so hard?"
And we shedding you pussies
Like slashing my chopper a guitar
Chop off yo top, you get smoked like a cigar
Not scared of fades but you don't even hit hard
just threw up cause yo corpse look bizzare
Chop eat you up like a diner
Fold like recliner
Glock 17 it's a minor
He rockin' fake designer, AliExpress
Yo sh*t say made in China
I got a choppa, it's breakin' my leg
I got a dot and it's aimed at yo head
Glove on my hip but I'm no Johnny Test
When it come to d**kin', she say I'm the best
Step in the party, they shoot like a centerfold
We mix the weed in yo bag wit oregano
Word on the street that that n***a a free agent
That was his b*t*h but I think she just let him go
Walk in the club b*t*hes know that I get it
.40 is knockin', it break off his fitted
She f**k with me cause I do what he didn't
He just signed a deal, Imma take a percentage
Think he Popeye, he eatin' his spinach
He finna get popped, smoked thinkin' he different
Rest in peace Pop Smoke, that's a real n***a
My b*t*h a** got stripes just like Tigga
Yo b*t*h a** so flat, boy you trippin'
I like a little more meat on my women
They talk about me when they talk about spending
Get the f**k out the way I'm bout to clear the finish
I'm feelin' so proud, told my mama I did it
I'm not about drama, but yes, I'm bout b*t*hes
I get down in her pants, I get down in the britches
When I cool with the devil, I watch my decisions
I just opened her up b*t*h I'm makin' incisions
I got some guns and they all got extensions
I bring out some sh*t that cause some ma** extinction
I'm pullin' out packs, when I take one, I strengthen
I pop a bar and lose all comprehension
And I beat Tay-K a** in different dimension
You irrelevant, get the f**k out my mentions
I know why they hate, it's because I'm an a**hole
I pull up and lay 'em all down like El Paso
She ride my d**k like a muhf**kin' saddle
I got all these b*t*hes in herds like some cattle
Heard he be talkin' to feds, when I pull up
I mask up now he don't got no way to tattle
F**k all you clowns, you be lookin like
I pull up and hit his lil a** with a paddle
Look at these diamonds, they dance and they dazzlin'
Shawty want f**k me because I am havin' it
Bring out the pipe and we can get to crackin' it
Known what I said in my songs and I'm backing it
Do not do love, like I don't do attachments
Hit her one time then you know that I'm pa**in' it
You movin' Os, that don't mean you traffickin'
Pull out the pistol, you can bet that I'm blastin' it
Put a whole d**k in her a** while I'm slappin' it (aah)
Yo b*t*h look average
I make 'em run with my gun, ain't no athletic
I think that yo b*t*h in love with my asthetic
B*t*hes came too high, be smokin' on synthetic
All of these cappin' a** rappers so pathetic
Big 83, little b*t*h I'm a trendsetter
He copped the pistol that said that she [?]
He know what's next, lil b*t*h I got Heath Ledger
Just might OD of that percs once im repressin'
I got an 911, what's your emergency?
Unintelligible
In what town?
Darlington
Kay, what's going on there
I just stabbed myself and I killed my two children
You stabbed yourself and killed your two children?
Mm-hmm
If I'm in the club, b*t*hes know that I get it
They talk about me when they talk about spending
Get the f**k out the way I'm bout to clear the finish
I'm feelin' so proud, told my mama I did it
I'm not about drama, but yes, I'm bout b*t*hes
I get down in her pants, I get down in the britches
When I cool with the devil, I watch my decisions
I just opened her up b*t*h I'm makin' incisions
I got some guns and they all got extensions
I bring out some sh*t that cause some ma** extinction
I'm pullin' out packs, when I take one, I strengthen
I pop a bar and lose all comprehension
And I beat Tay-K a** in different dimension
You irrelevant, get the f**k out my mentions
Decapitate you out the coupe like you Earnhardt
Sippin' wokchardt 'cause you know that I work hard
Grand Theft Auto, we lickin' with yo car
If yo b*t*h pu**y tight, then my d**k is a crowbar
Suckin' my d**k through the zip on my crowbar
And just like my c*ck, she like "why is you so hard?"
And we shedding you pussies
Like slashing my chopper a guitar
Chop off yo top, you get smoked like a cigar
Not scared of fades but you don't even hit hard
just threw up cause yo corpse look bizzare
Chop eat you up like a diner
Fold like recliner
Glock 17 it's a minor
He rockin' fake designer, AliExpress
Yo sh*t say made in China
I got a choppa, it's breakin' my leg
I got a dot and it's aimed at yo head
Glove on my hip but I'm no Johnny Test
When it come to d**kin', she say I'm the best
Step in the party, they shoot like a centerfold
We mix the weed in yo bag wit oregano
Word on the street that that n***a a free agent
That was his b*t*h but I think she just let him go
Walk in the club b*t*hes know that I get it
.40 is knockin', it break off his fitted
She f**k with me cause I do what he didn't
He just signed a deal, Imma take a percentage
Think he Popeye, he eatin' his spinach
He finna get popped, smoked thinkin' he different
Rest in peace Pop Smoke, that's a real n***a
My b*t*h a** got stripes just like Tigga
Yo b*t*h a** so flat, boy you trippin'
I like a little more meat on my women
