CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : What I’m On
Pooh, you a fool for this one (Pooh, you a fool for this one)
You ain’t on what I’m on, get from ‘round me (The f**k on)
I can’t afford to have poor-minded n***as in my posse
n***a act like he the plug in accountin’ (n***a ?)
You claim you got work, but you cappin’, you a Tommy
You ain’t on what I’m on, get from ‘round me (Get the f**k on)
I can’t afford to have poor-minded n***as in my posse
n***a act like he the plug in accountin’ (n***a ?)
You claim you got work, but you cappin’, you a Tommy
You ain’t on what I’m on, boy, I’m grown, move along (f**k on)
You the type to say some hot sh*t on the phone (Get off my phone)
I’m the type to leave the jeweler with some VS stones
The watch get blown, we bosses, boy, watch your tone (Yuh)
Keep a hustle, and your knot gon’ grow
Around them n***as, though, you not gon’ grow
He f**k with enemies? He not your bro (Nah)
Watch your [?] when colors is shown
Had a spot down in Tennessee movin’ the strong (Yuh)
For years straight, hatin’ n***as – I’ve been provin’ ‘em wrong
Makin’ ‘em sick, laughin’ when they hate to a b*t*h (Ha!)
I take a loss, then I’m breakin’ a brick down to kibbles and bits
You ain’t on what we on, then get away from the clique, n***a
You ain’t on what I’m on, get from ‘round me (The f**k on)
I can’t afford to have poor-minded n***as in my posse
n***a act like he the plug in accountin’ (n***a ?)
You claim you got work, but you cappin’, you a Tommy
You ain’t on what I’m on, get from ‘round me (Get the f**k on)
I can’t afford to have poor-minded n***as in my posse
n***a act like he the plug in accountin’ (n***a ?)
You claim you got work, but you cappin’, you a Tommy
You ain’t on what I’m on, boy, I’m grown, move along (f**k on)
You the type to say some hot sh*t on the phone (Get off my phone)
I’m the type to leave the jeweler with some VS stones
The watch get blown, we bosses, boy, watch your tone (Yuh)
Keep a hustle, and your knot gon’ grow
Around them n***as, though, you not gon’ grow
He f**k with enemies? He not your bro (Nah)
Watch your [?] when colors is shown
Had a spot down in Tennessee movin’ the strong (Yuh)
For years straight, hatin’ n***as – I’ve been provin’ ‘em wrong
Makin’ ‘em sick, laughin’ when they hate to a b*t*h (Ha!)
I take a loss, then I’m breakin’ a brick down to kibbles and bits
You ain’t on what we on, then get away from the clique, n***a
