CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Pistol Tottin

Huh? Ayy, So Icy, n***a (It's Koncept P, the beat knockin')
Clutch (Icy, Icy)
Real zaza, n***a
Huh? Huh? (Ho)

I'm a pistol totin', diamond dancin', rappin'-ass n***a
Used to be a hustlin'-ass, trappin'-ass n***a
Get them bands and flip 'em, makin' back that cash, n***a
Tryna make the stick hit like a band, make you dance, n***a
I'm a pistol totin', diamond dancin', rappin'-ass n***a
Used to be a hustlin'-ass, trappin'-ass n***a
Get them bands and flip 'em, makin' back that cash, n***a
Tryna make the stick hit like a band, make you dance, n***a

I used to break them bags down and serve 'em out my mama house
Now I'm sittin' here rappin', all these diamonds in my mouth
Think I might just freeze the mic, every word I say is cold
If they steppin' to you, know we always wеnt and checked the scorе
If I was a animal, might be a tiger for my stripes
Better yet, might be a polar bear 'cause I got all this ice
And that ice, it like to fight, diamonds hittin' just like Mike
I was in the trenches every day, was gettin' all their packs
All these sucker n***as rappin' sucker sh*t, can't go for that
If I was a superhero, powers would be ice attack
Put my neck, wrist and my mouth together, it's a ice attack
And that Backwood, it too big, can't hear that bullsh*t that you sayin'

I'm a pistol totin', diamond dancin', rappin'-ass n***a
Used to be a hustlin'-ass, trappin'-ass n***a
Get them bands and flip 'em, makin' back that cash, n***a
Tryna make the stick hit like a band, make you dance, n***a
I'm a pistol totin', diamond dancin', rappin'-ass n***a
Used to be a hustlin'-ass, trappin'-ass n***a
Get them bands and flip 'em, makin' back that cash, n***a
Tryna make the stick hit like a band, make you dance, n***a

f**k security, I walk 'round with my ahchoo on me
With all my jewelry, told that boy good luck you shoot at me
These n***as new to me, Memo Six-O on this Foogi' beat
That b*t*h go blaow, never sold drugs, don't know how
Run up on me, .40 cal', pu**y, better duck yo' child
I heard they froze, pay him ten to take his soul
Von has yo' b*t*h in the O, Rio sent that load on boats
Don't think it's sweet, I'll make sure my killers will eat
Then I catch that boy on feet, dollar b*t*h and she a freak
Used to be with hustlin'-ass, trappin'-ass n***as
Now I'm with some killers that be clappin' at you n***as
Never hung around the goofy cappin' ass n***as 'cause I'm a

I'm a pistol totin', diamond dancin', rappin'-ass n***a
Used to be a hustlin'-ass, trappin'-ass n***a
Get them bands and flip 'em, makin' back that ca—