CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Crawl

Ooh ooh ooh Ay
Come here (huh)

Shawty crawl let yo knees hit the floor
Pretty please little momma come to me with that throat
B*t*h we ball
I’ma squeeze on that throat
Enemies want the smoke make em’ bleed for that dope
Kill em all
Got disease on the floor and my chopper sick too let it sneeze in that hoe
Just like woah
And it’s never personal
In my dreams I got demons telling me that I need to kill em’ all

Bring them bodies down
Let’s line them bigots on the wall and really chop em’ down (chop chop chop chop)
Let’s see what’s poppin’ now
Let’s see you try me motherf**ker gon’ and stop me now (pop pop pop pop) (huh)
Let’s weight it pound for pound (huh)
This for my killers who got kilos in they body count (yuh) (uh huh)
Ones who be hoppin’ out
And spray your nugget on your homies doing laundry now (splat splat splat splat)
Bl-Bl-Blow his brain back
And when his nugget hit the street I celebrate that (I celebrate that!)
Like lil’ b*t*h take that (take it!)
I skimmed your album for a diss and it was straight whack (uh, hahahaha!)
I know you hate that
The fact that Ouija up enough ain’t finna change that (uh huh)
Where my shank at
Now shut the f**k up ‘for I put it where your face at
Shawty crawl let yo knees hit the floor
Pretty please little momma come to me with that throat
B*t*h we ball
I’ma squeeze on that throat
Enemies want the smoke make em’ bleed for that dope
Kill em’ all
Got disease on the floor and my chopper sick too let it sneeze in that hoe
Just like woah
And it’s never personal
In my dreams I got demons telling me that I need kill em all

Bring them thotty's down (down!)
Throw that pu**y in a pentagram and pop it now (pop pop pop pop)
Oh you gothic now then shorty let me see you drop it in Hot Topic now (hot hot hot hot) (uh huh)
Let’s weight it pound for pound
This for my b*t*hes who got digits in they body count (uh huh)
Who really guapin’ out (guap)
Who clocking yesterday and still started clocking out
You can’t clean the blood up off of everything (nah)
You can’t wipe the mud up off the memory (no no)
Busters tryna drain me of my energy (nah)
B*t*h I’m not a human I’m an ent**y (no no uh)
I’ve been working on this for a century (A century!)
All the spirit walkers know they heard of me (They heard of me!)
Dark Planet coming for eternity (eternity)
You can kill Eric you ain’t killing me (ooh!)
Shawty crawl let yo knees hit the floor
Pretty please little momma come to me with that throat
B*t*h we ball
I’ma squeeze on that throat
Enemies want the smoke make em’ bleed for that dope
Kill em All
Got disease on the floor and my chopper sick too let it sneeze in that hoe
Just like woah
And it’s never personal
In my dreams I got demons