CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Back In Blood Remix
Aye, Peso, Peso, Peso, (Jamil), Peso
Yeah, Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, we on I-45
We got them choppas in the trunk (Blah)
We track that n***a from his trap and then we got him at the club (At the club)
I'm on yo block with a Glock and I'm walking 'round with a dub (Ayeee)
I feel a n***a up with slugs and I throw his a** in the mud (Ayeee)
You wouldn't make it where we from (Nah)
My killers ain't up in no band, but them n***as strapped up with drums (Blah)
I got some hittas that's retarded, grab that choppa, it go dumb (Blah, blah, blah)
I wouldn't advise yo a** to run, but yo best luck is just to run (Blah, facts)
Yeah, because it ain't no shooting back (No)
They be like, "How Peso a superstar in the spot cooking crack?" (What?)
They be like, "How Peso a superstar in the hood shooting strap?" (Yeah, yeah)
And I done ran up this money, ain't no point in looking back
Yeah, I'm slidin' round' in a Lamb truck (In a Lamb)
Ever since I was a youngin' had to go and run my bands up (Go run my bands up)
And I always keep it silent everytime the laws ran up (Ain't saying names)
If a n***a reaching for my chain, and ain't no question, he get blammed up
Come off the hip with it (Yeah)
I got Dior up on my body, yeah, I drip in it (Yeah, I drip in it)
I got a big a** mansion where I live, n***a (Where I live, n***a)
And I been gettin' to the money since a lil n***a (Since a lil n***a)
I'm finna stalk up on the opp, at his house now (Blah)
I'm finna fye his a** up when he come outside (Blah, blah, blah)
I'm rapping, but I'm in the streets, I never lost ties (I never lost ties)
I'm trappin' all day, n***a trappin' all night (I'm trappin all night lil n***a, Peso)
Yeah, Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, we on I-45
We got them choppas in the trunk (Blah)
We track that n***a from his trap and then we got him at the club (At the club)
I'm on yo block with a Glock and I'm walking 'round with a dub (Ayeee)
I feel a n***a up with slugs and I throw his a** in the mud (Ayeee)
You wouldn't make it where we from (Nah)
My killers ain't up in no band, but them n***as strapped up with drums (Blah)
I got some hittas that's retarded, grab that choppa, it go dumb (Blah, blah, blah)
I wouldn't advise yo a** to run, but yo best luck is just to run (Blah, facts)
Yeah, because it ain't no shooting back (No)
They be like, "How Peso a superstar in the spot cooking crack?" (What?)
They be like, "How Peso a superstar in the hood shooting strap?" (Yeah, yeah)
And I done ran up this money, ain't no point in looking back
Yeah, I'm slidin' round' in a Lamb truck (In a Lamb)
Ever since I was a youngin' had to go and run my bands up (Go run my bands up)
And I always keep it silent everytime the laws ran up (Ain't saying names)
If a n***a reaching for my chain, and ain't no question, he get blammed up
Come off the hip with it (Yeah)
I got Dior up on my body, yeah, I drip in it (Yeah, I drip in it)
I got a big a** mansion where I live, n***a (Where I live, n***a)
And I been gettin' to the money since a lil n***a (Since a lil n***a)
I'm finna stalk up on the opp, at his house now (Blah)
I'm finna fye his a** up when he come outside (Blah, blah, blah)
I'm rapping, but I'm in the streets, I never lost ties (I never lost ties)
I'm trappin' all day, n***a trappin' all night (I'm trappin all night lil n***a, Peso)
