CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Bryan’s Got a Warrant

Yeah you know, you know what's good, I'm Indian you know

Yak city b*t*h, yak yak city b*t*h
Yak city b*t*h, yak yak city b*t*h
Yak city b*t*h, yak yak city b*t*h
Yak city b*t*h, yak yak yak yak

This the sh*t that I beat your f**king mom to
All my homies sitting 'round drinking tall brews
I woke up with the motherf**king swine flu
TFTI X BFB on your motherf**king avenue
I'll knock a b*t*h out in one round homie
I smoke a ton of weed, 5 pounds homie
Swimming in this all, I might drown homie
This is Michael Vick in his dog pound homie
3 AM going crazy all my homies snappin
Every lines a bar you can put it in your caption
Skinning down your mom wear her coat that's some fashion
Smoking so much weed you can catch me on your planet

6 AM, shirt gone, what the f**k happened
Woke up, head hurts, claw caught me lackin
Yakked on my good pants that sh*t was tragic
Went home wallet gone Uber stuck in traffic
2 hickeys on my ass
3 thotties smokеd my grass
Thirty texts and one missed class (f**k)
Yakkin fifty timеs, in the forecast (Steve Pool!)