CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Out of Sight

Y'all b*t*hes corny as f**k
Y'all are just doing too much
I be that boy that rearrange your guts
I been practicing i got that pro touch
Precise with my rhymes like a surgeon
Johnny Sins, ain't f**king no virgins
I be in the studio while y'all motherf**kers eating laundry detergent
I ain't packing a mac in the back of tha Ac
No Pun intended
But I got that bad b*t*h on my side with a fat extended
I get these b*t*hes jumping like a low rider
Y'all wouldn't be sh*t without a ghostwriter
We play life like its street fighter
But b*t*h please give me back my lighter

How the f**k you gon' let me out of sight
How the f**k you gonna let me out your mind
How the f**k could y'all forget me i'dont mind
Imma keep it on 100 till motherf**king i die

Now lets get down to basics
I feel like im in the matrix
I feel like im Neo stopping bullets
All while y'all b*t*hes, ain't even aiming

Get a motherf**ker out the mud im doing my best to break free
Goint so fast the police can't even catch or trace
Me
How y'all gon try to stop me, I got hands dont tease me
I'm going home every night to your b*t*h, telling her to please me