CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : I, GIORNO GIOVANNA
Ohhh sh*t! (Yuhhh)
ONI and Hurt Gang! (Hahahaha)
Ru-ru-ru-ru-ru, oh my God!
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh yuh
Pull up to your block, yeah, I shoot like a wizard
F**kin' on a bad hot chick, like a lizard
Wait, ugh, back to my place, yeah
That n***a talkin' sh*t, gettin' shot in his face
Hittin' that gas on the highway
Send me to the clouds, yuh, I'm way up on the sky way
M16, I'ma grip that sh*t my way
Send him that triple burst, send him to the die way
Yuh, and not I'm gonna die before I make it out
Funny type n***as pull up on me, I might take it out
Dumpin' out his body, countin' bodies like a body count
Pull up on that lil' dumb n***a, we gon' air it out
Huh, huh, and we don't gotta pop with it
Pull up on that pu**y, drop a n***a, you ain't droppin' it
Face bust back, I pack the sh*t, droppin' it
Shawty only happy when I drop dead, cappin' it
Up in this b*t*h and I feel like a god
Walk on this strip and we with the whole squad
You don't want smoke, I got that like a mod
Posted, we puffin', I'm with the whole squad
Wе gon' kill the show, it's going down in Nevada
Shot on that film and it's up on the camеra
F**k n***a, don't test me, need to back up
Talkin' that sh*t, you get muhf**kin' smacked up
Scream so loud, all my veins they be poppin' out
Snap on the track with no effort, I got it now
All of that drama, I don't want wanna talk about
High as a b*t*h in this whip, I got cotton mouth
Pull up to your crib, [?] that my way
Stuntin' lil' b*t*h, [?] your own driveway
Stalkin' on the internet, welcome to Myspace
He ain't 'bout sh*t, he a b*t*h, I'm no bit' mane
I did lil' b*t*h, shut the f**k up
Bloody your lips, bloody yo' guns
F**k off of me n***a, don't try
Put me on a track, b*t*h that sh*t gon' blow
And this [?] hits harder than your motherf**kin' dad do
Call my Glock a running man, my bullets running past you
F**k around way too much and we gon' leave you in the past
If we wet him up, we ink him up like it's a tattoo
B*t*h, I am pretty (Yuhh), call me Giorno
Celibate nuns, I make 'em horno' (Woo!)
B*t*hes c*mmin' to my shows like a p***o
Melt in your mouth hoe, just like I'm DiGiorno
Just like, just like, oh my god be different (What?)
Demonic shark but won't catch me swimmin'
Ugh, make your b*t*h drip hard
Grabbin' on my d**k as I drift in my car
Finger pick her pu**y like an 8-string guitar
Camera on my phone 'bout to make you a star
I see you can't take it
8-inch dream, those screams not fakin'
Some rhyme how I kill pu**y like Jason
But I'm more action, like Statham
Ugh, ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, bow
Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, bow
Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, bow
(Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, bow)
Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, bow
(Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, bow)
Hahahahahahaha, yeahhh, ONI! Blegh
Uh-uh, yeah now we're just vibing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah here we go, ahah
Alright, stream all my music, thank you so much
Shoutouts Hurt Gang, let's go, bop
ONI and Hurt Gang! (Hahahaha)
Ru-ru-ru-ru-ru, oh my God!
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh yuh
Pull up to your block, yeah, I shoot like a wizard
F**kin' on a bad hot chick, like a lizard
Wait, ugh, back to my place, yeah
That n***a talkin' sh*t, gettin' shot in his face
Hittin' that gas on the highway
Send me to the clouds, yuh, I'm way up on the sky way
M16, I'ma grip that sh*t my way
Send him that triple burst, send him to the die way
Yuh, and not I'm gonna die before I make it out
Funny type n***as pull up on me, I might take it out
Dumpin' out his body, countin' bodies like a body count
Pull up on that lil' dumb n***a, we gon' air it out
Huh, huh, and we don't gotta pop with it
Pull up on that pu**y, drop a n***a, you ain't droppin' it
Face bust back, I pack the sh*t, droppin' it
Shawty only happy when I drop dead, cappin' it
Up in this b*t*h and I feel like a god
Walk on this strip and we with the whole squad
You don't want smoke, I got that like a mod
Posted, we puffin', I'm with the whole squad
Wе gon' kill the show, it's going down in Nevada
Shot on that film and it's up on the camеra
F**k n***a, don't test me, need to back up
Talkin' that sh*t, you get muhf**kin' smacked up
Scream so loud, all my veins they be poppin' out
Snap on the track with no effort, I got it now
All of that drama, I don't want wanna talk about
High as a b*t*h in this whip, I got cotton mouth
Pull up to your crib, [?] that my way
Stuntin' lil' b*t*h, [?] your own driveway
Stalkin' on the internet, welcome to Myspace
He ain't 'bout sh*t, he a b*t*h, I'm no bit' mane
I did lil' b*t*h, shut the f**k up
Bloody your lips, bloody yo' guns
F**k off of me n***a, don't try
Put me on a track, b*t*h that sh*t gon' blow
And this [?] hits harder than your motherf**kin' dad do
Call my Glock a running man, my bullets running past you
F**k around way too much and we gon' leave you in the past
If we wet him up, we ink him up like it's a tattoo
B*t*h, I am pretty (Yuhh), call me Giorno
Celibate nuns, I make 'em horno' (Woo!)
B*t*hes c*mmin' to my shows like a p***o
Melt in your mouth hoe, just like I'm DiGiorno
Just like, just like, oh my god be different (What?)
Demonic shark but won't catch me swimmin'
Ugh, make your b*t*h drip hard
Grabbin' on my d**k as I drift in my car
Finger pick her pu**y like an 8-string guitar
Camera on my phone 'bout to make you a star
I see you can't take it
8-inch dream, those screams not fakin'
Some rhyme how I kill pu**y like Jason
But I'm more action, like Statham
Ugh, ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, bow
Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, bow
Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, bow
(Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, bow)
Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, bow
(Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, bow)
Hahahahahahaha, yeahhh, ONI! Blegh
Uh-uh, yeah now we're just vibing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah here we go, ahah
Alright, stream all my music, thank you so much
Shoutouts Hurt Gang, let's go, bop
