CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : YSL

On God, yeah
Mmm-mm-mm
Mmm-mm-mm
Yeah, yeah
Mmm-mm-mm
(Jah did that)

I spent a check on some Yves Saint Laurent
Frozed out my neck, I ain't even get signed
She gave me neck when my seat on recline
She give me sex like she readin' my mind
B*t*h, I'm a legend, I put that on God
If you ain't steppin' then don't get involved
No Smith & Wesson, I'm breaking the law
.357 gon' shoot through your car
Uhh, yeah-eah, woah, woah
Run up that money lil n***a, my young n***a run up them Benjamins, yeah, yeah
No, I can't f**k with them n***as, them n***as too sweet and they feminine, yeah, yeah
I fell in love with the racks, got a check and a n***a start spending it, yeah, yeah

I just bust all the racks out the six
Got your b*t*h in the back of the Wraith
Disrespect, you get smacked in your face
Catch a body, go back to the A
Had that thing on me back in the day
I still hang in the trap with the apes
I'm the same [?]
On the plane sittin' back, it feel great
Uhh, yeah-eah, woah, woah
Big bank roll bustin' out my pockets
Got it from the block, made a whole lot of profit
Lot of n***as talk about the money, ain't got sh*t
Lot of n***as ride with the gat but ain't drop sh*t
I'll kill a n***a if he really on some opp sh*t
N***as ain't 'bout it, they be really on some cop sh*t
I spent a check on some Yves Saint Laurent
Frozed out my neck, I ain't even get signed
She gave me neck when my seat on recline
She give me sex like she readin' my mind
B*t*h, I'm a legend, I put that on God
If you ain't steppin' then don't get involved
No Smith & Wesson, I'm breaking the law
.357 gon' shoot through your car
Uhh, yeah-eah, woah, woah
Run up that money lil n***a, my young n***a run up them Benjamins, yeah, yeah
No, I can't f**k with them n***as, them n***as too sweet and they feminine, yeah, yeah
I fell in love with the racks, got a check and a n***a start spending it, yeah, yeah

I became friends with the menaces
We hit the scene we leavin' no witnesses
I got some n***as who finishes innocents
I got some memories I'm never mentionin'
Got out the hood and I got on some bigger sh*t
N***a I'm bigger, and I'm on some richer sh*t
I got a [?] went back [?]
N***a, they spendin' [?]
Uh, yeah, yeah, woah, woah
I got a check and I got a Patek, but I'm spendin' on all of my bros
I make a mess with her, hop in the back and a n***a start switching the modes
Know I'm a [?] when I'm flippin' bowls, gonna go for the low
I spent a check on some Yves Saint Laurent
Frozed out my neck, I ain't even get signed
She gave me neck when my seat on recline
She give me sex like she readin' my mind
B*t*h, I'm a legend, I put that on God
If you ain't steppin' then don't get involved
No Smith & Wesson, I'm breaking the law
.357 gon' shoot through your car
Uhh, yeah-eah, woah, woah
Run up that money lil n***a, my young n***a run up them Benjamins, yeah, yeah
No, I can't f**k with them n***as, them n***as too sweet and they feminine, yeah, yeah
I fell in love with the racks, got a check and a n***a start spending it, yeah, yeah