CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Feds
Yeah
Yeah
Uh
I'm a made n***a, got models cleanin' the crib
I'm hair stylin' on 'em, the iron on me, I wig
Feds buggin' your spot, n***as raidin' where you live
You know the stakes high when you makin' it on the strip
I talked to the blind man, he told me what he saw
The deaf n***a told me that he was listenin' to his heart
It's shockin', I ain't hip to the plug, my sh*t is raw
I been hoppin' out the sockets since Tracee Ellis Ross, ugh
Nasty, I'm repulsive, I'm the grossest
Got the chopper at your do' like a witness from Jehovah
Put my love in the culture, got no love from the culture
Now I dance with the devil at the wedding, saying, "Devotion"
Like my b*t*hes either real ghetto or too famous
She wanna try me, I tell her, "Find a cute angle"
Time tells all, you'll soon find out who's hatin'
Always the ones close, it's never the few strangers
How you livin', n***a?
(Sin is burnin' through my heart, and it's burnin' in my soul)
b*t*h, I'm in the building, somebody switch the decor
All the competition get zipped and shipped to the morgue
My auntie used to say, "That baby done been here before"
If the money Nia Long, then I'm tryna go get some more
All these n***as all in yo' business, that ain't business
I watch the dark time turn light, I Aunt Viv it
n***a, you don't get the credit if your man did it
Yeah, they skatin' when they bored, all them dirty Vans wit' it
No, I'm not the shooter, but trust, I'm forever guarded
Split you down the middle like when labels f**k their artists
n***a, please, I wanna be Master P
Ain't no limit, I get paid like a athlete
Big business, ho, f**k you if you mad at me
I tell a b*t*h to get to steppin' like some Kappa feet
Ayy, that's my cue, dawg, I'm too raw
Too hard, from West Chevelle to two-tone
Packin' like a group home
I'm the southern Snoop Dogg
From where you take a life to save a life, keep your Groupon
Never is the truth wrong
I go dumb, it's two blondes
All up in your home and we don't give a f**k 'bout who home
Everything I write is death to ya, check the tombstone
All you wack rappers took the game to a new low
n***a, I've been nice with the mic since Kukoč
I'ma flip the game upside down, I found a loophole
The scale don't lie, let's see how much weight your crew hold
Split your Adam's apple if you think life is a fruit bowl
I'm at the tabernacle prayin' for a bulletproof soul
Same n***a, new goals
Bang n***a, too close
Money on Manute Bol
Spot the money like my granny used to spot a loose ho
I feel like Harold Melvin, all n***as need is them Blue Notes
I'm too cold, b*t*h
Yeah
Uh
I'm a made n***a, got models cleanin' the crib
I'm hair stylin' on 'em, the iron on me, I wig
Feds buggin' your spot, n***as raidin' where you live
You know the stakes high when you makin' it on the strip
I talked to the blind man, he told me what he saw
The deaf n***a told me that he was listenin' to his heart
It's shockin', I ain't hip to the plug, my sh*t is raw
I been hoppin' out the sockets since Tracee Ellis Ross, ugh
Nasty, I'm repulsive, I'm the grossest
Got the chopper at your do' like a witness from Jehovah
Put my love in the culture, got no love from the culture
Now I dance with the devil at the wedding, saying, "Devotion"
Like my b*t*hes either real ghetto or too famous
She wanna try me, I tell her, "Find a cute angle"
Time tells all, you'll soon find out who's hatin'
Always the ones close, it's never the few strangers
How you livin', n***a?
(Sin is burnin' through my heart, and it's burnin' in my soul)
b*t*h, I'm in the building, somebody switch the decor
All the competition get zipped and shipped to the morgue
My auntie used to say, "That baby done been here before"
If the money Nia Long, then I'm tryna go get some more
All these n***as all in yo' business, that ain't business
I watch the dark time turn light, I Aunt Viv it
n***a, you don't get the credit if your man did it
Yeah, they skatin' when they bored, all them dirty Vans wit' it
No, I'm not the shooter, but trust, I'm forever guarded
Split you down the middle like when labels f**k their artists
n***a, please, I wanna be Master P
Ain't no limit, I get paid like a athlete
Big business, ho, f**k you if you mad at me
I tell a b*t*h to get to steppin' like some Kappa feet
Ayy, that's my cue, dawg, I'm too raw
Too hard, from West Chevelle to two-tone
Packin' like a group home
I'm the southern Snoop Dogg
From where you take a life to save a life, keep your Groupon
Never is the truth wrong
I go dumb, it's two blondes
All up in your home and we don't give a f**k 'bout who home
Everything I write is death to ya, check the tombstone
All you wack rappers took the game to a new low
n***a, I've been nice with the mic since Kukoč
I'ma flip the game upside down, I found a loophole
The scale don't lie, let's see how much weight your crew hold
Split your Adam's apple if you think life is a fruit bowl
I'm at the tabernacle prayin' for a bulletproof soul
Same n***a, new goals
Bang n***a, too close
Money on Manute Bol
Spot the money like my granny used to spot a loose ho
I feel like Harold Melvin, all n***as need is them Blue Notes
I'm too cold, b*t*h
