CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Slime for Fun
[Intro]
Uh
This that shit I like to
I like to get on here and tell they ass anything on shit like this
Ayy, Jugg
This that shit they want right here
Mob
Ayy, Solider, slime that
Know I'm mobbin' hard, bitch
Bitch, yeah
Bitch
Bitch
Mob, uh
[Verse]
That nigga perpetrate, you know the tool gon' spark, you know the tool gon' spark
I aim the Glock, I'm tryna rip him apart, but I ain't gon' blow at his heart
They tryna spin through the 'yo and we makin' that car stop
Compact G 30, I'ma knock off that boy top
He don't know how to trap, he ain't never go sell a rock
He talkin' that shit, I'ma get him put in a box
I get the cash from the rap, but I trap out
I don't gate in the streets, I'ma let niggas crap out
Found where they hangin', his block gettin' mapped out
Roll up the window, bitch, we gotta hop out
You hearin' that tough talk 'til I pull a Glock out
She wettin' the dick up, your bitch got a mop mouth
They bluffin' at shows, we whippin' the chops out
We don't do it for nothin', bitch, we tryna rock out
When I was a youngin, bitch, I was in bars
I ride through the city, I'm totin' a bomb
Don't run up on us, 'cause we knock off arms
Got too much to lose to be takin' a charge
But if you really with me, you takin' a charge
'Cause I put in that work to go sit with the stars
Before I chase bitches, I buy foreign cars
Get mama a mansion, I gotta go hard
I don't want 'em around 'cause they talkin' too much
If I know you a snake, I ain't givin' my trust
Everybody duck when we rumblin' up
I'm not gettin' robbed 'cause my pole will be tucked
And the new ARP, I'ma fold it up
Nigga beefin' with us, then he bold as fuck
If he think shit a joke, then his nose get plugged
Got three-five blunt, I'ma roll it up
Get money from rappin', I fucked up a hundred
Sport truck do way more than a hundred
They mad at me, they ain't gettin' money
I sleep after dark, but I trap when it's sunny
Dick in her throat, she don't know when I'm comin'
Got glick with a stick and he know I ain't runnin'
Think shit a joke and this bitch get to dumpin'
I'm blowin' this bitch, I ain't goin' for nothin'
I ain't tweetin' at all, I'm comin' to get a man
Black suit, black Glock, bitch, I feel like a hitman
Streamin' on iTunes, I'm gettin' big bands
That nigga ain't blow when he caught up with his man
I want him dead, I'ma send in a trick bitch
Ain't buy that bitch Gucci, she throwin' a big fit
Me and my niggas, we stuck like a gluestick
I'm stuck with my bitch, I ain't chasin' no new bitch
I'm on the block in the rain or the snow, nigga
Call me whatever, can't say I'm a ho, nigga
Niggas get mad when I tell 'em no, nigga
I don't know shit but pull up and blow, nigga
You got a bitch who'll go to her old nigga
My bitch do it, take her and his soul, nigga
Big buck bitches and big bankrolls, nigga
I want the Mo', I ain't sippin' on rose, nigga
Stuck on my dogs, I'ma go on the road with 'em
They got a show, then they know I'm gon' roll with 'em
They tryna spin, then they know I'm gon' go with 'em
I buy the guns, my young niggas go get 'em
I'm gettin' money, bitch, I'm a go-getter
I run the trap, bitch, I'm a dope dealer
I done been hurt before, I ain't got no feelings
Coke and the boat, bitch, I'm sellin' both, nigga
Uh
This that shit I like to
I like to get on here and tell they ass anything on shit like this
Ayy, Jugg
This that shit they want right here
Mob
Ayy, Solider, slime that
Know I'm mobbin' hard, bitch
Bitch, yeah
Bitch
Bitch
Mob, uh
[Verse]
That nigga perpetrate, you know the tool gon' spark, you know the tool gon' spark
I aim the Glock, I'm tryna rip him apart, but I ain't gon' blow at his heart
They tryna spin through the 'yo and we makin' that car stop
Compact G 30, I'ma knock off that boy top
He don't know how to trap, he ain't never go sell a rock
He talkin' that shit, I'ma get him put in a box
I get the cash from the rap, but I trap out
I don't gate in the streets, I'ma let niggas crap out
Found where they hangin', his block gettin' mapped out
Roll up the window, bitch, we gotta hop out
You hearin' that tough talk 'til I pull a Glock out
She wettin' the dick up, your bitch got a mop mouth
They bluffin' at shows, we whippin' the chops out
We don't do it for nothin', bitch, we tryna rock out
When I was a youngin, bitch, I was in bars
I ride through the city, I'm totin' a bomb
Don't run up on us, 'cause we knock off arms
Got too much to lose to be takin' a charge
But if you really with me, you takin' a charge
'Cause I put in that work to go sit with the stars
Before I chase bitches, I buy foreign cars
Get mama a mansion, I gotta go hard
I don't want 'em around 'cause they talkin' too much
If I know you a snake, I ain't givin' my trust
Everybody duck when we rumblin' up
I'm not gettin' robbed 'cause my pole will be tucked
And the new ARP, I'ma fold it up
Nigga beefin' with us, then he bold as fuck
If he think shit a joke, then his nose get plugged
Got three-five blunt, I'ma roll it up
Get money from rappin', I fucked up a hundred
Sport truck do way more than a hundred
They mad at me, they ain't gettin' money
I sleep after dark, but I trap when it's sunny
Dick in her throat, she don't know when I'm comin'
Got glick with a stick and he know I ain't runnin'
Think shit a joke and this bitch get to dumpin'
I'm blowin' this bitch, I ain't goin' for nothin'
I ain't tweetin' at all, I'm comin' to get a man
Black suit, black Glock, bitch, I feel like a hitman
Streamin' on iTunes, I'm gettin' big bands
That nigga ain't blow when he caught up with his man
I want him dead, I'ma send in a trick bitch
Ain't buy that bitch Gucci, she throwin' a big fit
Me and my niggas, we stuck like a gluestick
I'm stuck with my bitch, I ain't chasin' no new bitch
I'm on the block in the rain or the snow, nigga
Call me whatever, can't say I'm a ho, nigga
Niggas get mad when I tell 'em no, nigga
I don't know shit but pull up and blow, nigga
You got a bitch who'll go to her old nigga
My bitch do it, take her and his soul, nigga
Big buck bitches and big bankrolls, nigga
I want the Mo', I ain't sippin' on rose, nigga
Stuck on my dogs, I'ma go on the road with 'em
They got a show, then they know I'm gon' roll with 'em
They tryna spin, then they know I'm gon' go with 'em
I buy the guns, my young niggas go get 'em
I'm gettin' money, bitch, I'm a go-getter
I run the trap, bitch, I'm a dope dealer
I done been hurt before, I ain't got no feelings
Coke and the boat, bitch, I'm sellin' both, nigga
