CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : BeeHive
(Finna get real with Timothy Hills)
(Yeah, who that?)
Come take a ride with me, see what it be like
Them stars up in the ceiling through the streetlight
No, it don't seem right
You rookie, go inside
That pistol gon' sting like
I came out a beehive
Pull all of my whips out just because from time to time
I drive the one I want and I put gang them right behind
Go to shows, turn up for fiends, I have some sex like all the time
But if you play up in this b*t*h, that sh*t gon' switch to slingin' iron
Brand new 5.7 pistol in this b*t*h, but this the Ruger
Lookin' in the mirror like, "Oh, yeah, there go my lil' shootеr"
They say, "Pretty boy, he is, but I know what that b*t*h'll do you"
Walk down on him continuously shootin', lеft two in his noodle
Man, my uncle told me take it easy
I left the house, left a n***a bleeding
Don't give me a reason, it's just gon' lead up to some trigger squeezing
Interrogation by the people
Whole lot of mamas wheezing
Whole lot of hearses leading
Whole lot of deacons preaching
You gotta show what you 'bout
Especially when you 'round some n***as who come out that south
And you better watch what you say, what come out of your mouth
One to the dome'll cancel everything you ever thought (Everything you ever thought)
You gotta show what you 'bout
Especially when you 'round some n***as who come out that south
And you better watch what you say, what come out of your mouth
One to the dome'll cancel everything you ever thought (Everything you ever thought)
Come take a ride with me, see what it be like
Them stars up in the ceiling through the streetlight
No, it don't seem right
You rookie, go inside
That pistol gon' sting like
I came out a beehive
Pull all of my whips out just because from time to time
I drive the one I want and I put gang them right behind
Go to shows, turn up for fiends, I have some sex like all the time
But if you play up in this b*t*h, that sh*t gon' switch to slingin' iron
Hey, woah
Oh, woah, woah
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hey, woah
Oh, woah, woah
(Yeah, who that?)
Come take a ride with me, see what it be like
Them stars up in the ceiling through the streetlight
No, it don't seem right
You rookie, go inside
That pistol gon' sting like
I came out a beehive
Pull all of my whips out just because from time to time
I drive the one I want and I put gang them right behind
Go to shows, turn up for fiends, I have some sex like all the time
But if you play up in this b*t*h, that sh*t gon' switch to slingin' iron
Brand new 5.7 pistol in this b*t*h, but this the Ruger
Lookin' in the mirror like, "Oh, yeah, there go my lil' shootеr"
They say, "Pretty boy, he is, but I know what that b*t*h'll do you"
Walk down on him continuously shootin', lеft two in his noodle
Man, my uncle told me take it easy
I left the house, left a n***a bleeding
Don't give me a reason, it's just gon' lead up to some trigger squeezing
Interrogation by the people
Whole lot of mamas wheezing
Whole lot of hearses leading
Whole lot of deacons preaching
You gotta show what you 'bout
Especially when you 'round some n***as who come out that south
And you better watch what you say, what come out of your mouth
One to the dome'll cancel everything you ever thought (Everything you ever thought)
You gotta show what you 'bout
Especially when you 'round some n***as who come out that south
And you better watch what you say, what come out of your mouth
One to the dome'll cancel everything you ever thought (Everything you ever thought)
Come take a ride with me, see what it be like
Them stars up in the ceiling through the streetlight
No, it don't seem right
You rookie, go inside
That pistol gon' sting like
I came out a beehive
Pull all of my whips out just because from time to time
I drive the one I want and I put gang them right behind
Go to shows, turn up for fiends, I have some sex like all the time
But if you play up in this b*t*h, that sh*t gon' switch to slingin' iron
Hey, woah
Oh, woah, woah
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hey, woah
Oh, woah, woah
