CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : TUH MOMENT #004
Omar on the come up! (Come up!)
Where do I begin?
All white fit, I'm steppin' on shrimp
I'm a shark, b*t*h, look at my fins
That b*t*h ain't no angel
Ain't got haloes, look at her drip
Look at the way she walk, uh
Look at the way she sit
She know she the sh*t
I like what I see and I like what I like
So I get what I get, uh
You know where I'm from
The state with the sun
You ain't see the beach and the grip
I'm in Miami Beach wit' the heat on my hip
And my heat on my lap
And my heat on my b*t*h
You talkin' sh*t? You get packed like a blunt
Keep talkin' sh*t, he get pressеd like a script, tuh
I guess it's go time, buddy
Hе talkin' clips? It's showtime, buddy
He eatin' on d**k just to blow my buddy
You sound like a fan or a hoe, my buddy
Might send yo' a** on the [?] my—
Heat on my buddy
He not my acquaintance, he ain't talkin' money
Bro', let's face it
Yo' time runnin' out, death is coming
Yeah, it must suck to be so old and stagnant
I can't relate
It because PE$O is young, I got to my bag
It's right on my plate
All that anger you hold in your heart
It stem from your bank (Damn)
I say, "He real mad 'cause he try every single way" (And still can't get out?)
He thought that he had him a method
He thought that he had him a blessin' (Damn)
He thought that he had him a weapon
Now li'l bro' just stressin' (Damn')
Oh, you thought you was big bro', nah
I'm big bro', b*t*h, I'm flexin'
I'm really up on a check, just flexin'
I'm really up on a check, just flexin' (Just flexin')
Where do I begin?
All white fit, I'm steppin' on shrimp
I'm a shark, b*t*h, look at my fins
That b*t*h ain't no angel
Ain't got haloes, look at her drip
Look at the way she walk, uh
Look at the way she sit
She know she the sh*t
I like what I see and I like what I like
So I get what I get, uh
You know where I'm from
The state with the sun
You ain't see the beach and the grip
I'm in Miami Beach wit' the heat on my hip
And my heat on my lap
And my heat on my b*t*h
You talkin' sh*t? You get packed like a blunt
Keep talkin' sh*t, he get pressеd like a script, tuh
I guess it's go time, buddy
Hе talkin' clips? It's showtime, buddy
He eatin' on d**k just to blow my buddy
You sound like a fan or a hoe, my buddy
Might send yo' a** on the [?] my—
Heat on my buddy
He not my acquaintance, he ain't talkin' money
Bro', let's face it
Yo' time runnin' out, death is coming
Yeah, it must suck to be so old and stagnant
I can't relate
It because PE$O is young, I got to my bag
It's right on my plate
All that anger you hold in your heart
It stem from your bank (Damn)
I say, "He real mad 'cause he try every single way" (And still can't get out?)
He thought that he had him a method
He thought that he had him a blessin' (Damn)
He thought that he had him a weapon
Now li'l bro' just stressin' (Damn')
Oh, you thought you was big bro', nah
I'm big bro', b*t*h, I'm flexin'
I'm really up on a check, just flexin'
I'm really up on a check, just flexin' (Just flexin')
