CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : ABC
One time
Ayy, for all these actin' a** n***as
I?m keepin' real, I ain't finna do no flaggin? wit' ya
I keep the steel, you run up I'm gon' clap a n***a
And most of all, they know I'm 'bout that action, n***a
Ayy, free that n***a A$AP Rocky
F**k all these peons walkin' 'round like they all c*cky
And if you run up then you know them bodies droppin?
So don?t get done up 'cause you know that ain?t a problem
The biggest B but I got blues all in my pocket
Your b*t*h a freak for my whole crew, yeah, she gon' pop it
I'm in the league, I'm ballin? hard, they tryna stop me
B*t*hes pocket watchin', they got me creepin' wit' my rocket
Bank head 'cause that bank stay in my head
She wanna f**k, I need my backend first instead
I know these n***as probably us youngins dead
Cause we done got way up ahead and I ain't repeatin' what I said
Let's skip to C but I'm 'bout cash so I'm gon' run it
I'm Krispy Kreme, collect my bag without no fumblin'
She slim pet**e, no waist, fat a**, ain't got no stomach
Retarded D inside her stomach turned her a** into a dummy
We on C, f**k we takin' off first cla**
We all in public, cuttin' up, showin' our a**
I'm geeked up swervin' off the road, I'm 'bout to crash
But you know I'm doin' the dash and I don't care 'bout paper tags
I love the E, you know I smoke exotic strains
She suck it up, we on the E-way 'bout to crash
Ain't wit' a F 'cause I don't give a f**k 'bout what you sayin'
Wit' all these racks inside my pants, I turn this b*t*h into a fan
You went to E, you know I love blowin' exquisite
You steady worried 'bout mine, worry 'bout your digits
Let's switch to F because my pockets full of chickens
And I know you finger lickin', run up wrong and that's your ending
These G-Star jeans, I spent a ticket on my britches
Act like a fiend, like how she grip it when she lick it
I'm hella clean, yeah, that's the H case I ain't mention
High as f**k, stuck in the ceiling
Got them hands, ain't got no feelings
It's green for life but, yeah, you n***as already know
Say I'm a genius but I ain't been on Genius before
Feel like a horse how I be rockin' all these loads
And if I wanted yo' lil' ho, I would've slid after the show
It wouldn't believe that Bossman still was independent
Wit' this rap sh*t, we the illest in the city
I really snapped, yeah, most of this just got it in me
If I start it, I'ma finish, play my part from the beginning
I, free all of the innocent
I really don't be up for all that friendly sh*t
And when I'm vibin', yeah, I get all on my jiggy sh*t
And I get fresh in every J, you know that swag legit
Go hit up Jet and tell him send some of that spiffy sh*t
The diamonds jumpin' out the jewelry make them b*t*hes hit
I'm slangin' Ks, so PFK Ray Ray, long live the kid
I wish the jit was here, would've been outchea kickin' it
It's a PFK world that we livin' in
So it's f**k you and then f**k just how yo' feelings is
I throw up L, so you know just how I'm feelin', n***a
Long live O-Dog, yeah, you know I f**kin' miss you n***a
I smoke straight out the LB
Yeah, this loud, I know you smell me
The paper good, yeah, we the money team
It's more money out to make, don't do no date, can you just suck it please
We leave the scene ga**ed up, musty
I like my money neat, don't think about none of that touchin'
We on the block, tryna run it up from nothin'
And f**k the cops, they always on our nuts for somethin'
I don't want no friends 'cause I don't f**k wit' new n***as
This stick like a reporter, put you on the news, n***a
Was servin' O's while I was still in school, n***a
Ask my teachers, I was reakin' through the cla**room, n***a
This off the top, I'll pop me a opp
That money ain't never gon' stop
Them bags just keep gettin' dropped
Yeah, you know that pu**y gon' pop
But I don't need it, that sh*t don't P
I need that face and then I'm leavin'
Don't play wit' P, that b*t*h a demon
Smoke you Ps to sleep, I'm geekin'
Quake your sh*t like I'm Katrina
Keep your blunts, boy, I don't need 'em
And you can't f**k with lil' QG, yeah, that me
Good gat put her straight to sleep
She suck then she left no lead
Then she gon' wash all of my sheets
I know she ready
Yeah, come here, f**k her steady
Close range, I ain't gon' do no flexin'
You gon' get hit with this weapon
Grammy sh*t, I got 'em beggin'
Big boy Glock, no Smith & Wesson
Stop and pop like JJ Red**k
Knock your sh*t we shootin' steady
We fell in love with sticks so don't get hit
I'm tryna ice out all my sh*t while you still worryin' about that b*t*h
You put your trust in her, yeah, you still lovin' her
But you know that I'm f**kin' her
Big dog, I'm like a Tonka truck, uh, you n***as run her up
I pull up in somethin' tough, I ain't finna talk or fuss
These diamonds hittin' uppercut, big d**k, I stick it up her gut
These n***as really under us, that's why they try to come for us
This can get real ugly so boy don't f**k wit' me
This sh*t sting like a bumblebee
These n***as can't catch up wit' me
You know I want that victory
Me and PG history
She say, "Your voice, it get to me"
I like when she start lickin' me
I'll put her up, no Christmas tree
She wet as f**k, it's slippery
Can't ask us off the list, we on our sh*t, guess it was meant to be
I f**ked her 'til like yesterday
D**k knocked her out, she catch a Z
She act just like her zodiac
This beat I need to let it sleep
Ayy, for all these actin' a** n***as
I?m keepin' real, I ain't finna do no flaggin? wit' ya
I keep the steel, you run up I'm gon' clap a n***a
And most of all, they know I'm 'bout that action, n***a
Ayy, free that n***a A$AP Rocky
F**k all these peons walkin' 'round like they all c*cky
And if you run up then you know them bodies droppin?
So don?t get done up 'cause you know that ain?t a problem
The biggest B but I got blues all in my pocket
Your b*t*h a freak for my whole crew, yeah, she gon' pop it
I'm in the league, I'm ballin? hard, they tryna stop me
B*t*hes pocket watchin', they got me creepin' wit' my rocket
Bank head 'cause that bank stay in my head
She wanna f**k, I need my backend first instead
I know these n***as probably us youngins dead
Cause we done got way up ahead and I ain't repeatin' what I said
Let's skip to C but I'm 'bout cash so I'm gon' run it
I'm Krispy Kreme, collect my bag without no fumblin'
She slim pet**e, no waist, fat a**, ain't got no stomach
Retarded D inside her stomach turned her a** into a dummy
We on C, f**k we takin' off first cla**
We all in public, cuttin' up, showin' our a**
I'm geeked up swervin' off the road, I'm 'bout to crash
But you know I'm doin' the dash and I don't care 'bout paper tags
I love the E, you know I smoke exotic strains
She suck it up, we on the E-way 'bout to crash
Ain't wit' a F 'cause I don't give a f**k 'bout what you sayin'
Wit' all these racks inside my pants, I turn this b*t*h into a fan
You went to E, you know I love blowin' exquisite
You steady worried 'bout mine, worry 'bout your digits
Let's switch to F because my pockets full of chickens
And I know you finger lickin', run up wrong and that's your ending
These G-Star jeans, I spent a ticket on my britches
Act like a fiend, like how she grip it when she lick it
I'm hella clean, yeah, that's the H case I ain't mention
High as f**k, stuck in the ceiling
Got them hands, ain't got no feelings
It's green for life but, yeah, you n***as already know
Say I'm a genius but I ain't been on Genius before
Feel like a horse how I be rockin' all these loads
And if I wanted yo' lil' ho, I would've slid after the show
It wouldn't believe that Bossman still was independent
Wit' this rap sh*t, we the illest in the city
I really snapped, yeah, most of this just got it in me
If I start it, I'ma finish, play my part from the beginning
I, free all of the innocent
I really don't be up for all that friendly sh*t
And when I'm vibin', yeah, I get all on my jiggy sh*t
And I get fresh in every J, you know that swag legit
Go hit up Jet and tell him send some of that spiffy sh*t
The diamonds jumpin' out the jewelry make them b*t*hes hit
I'm slangin' Ks, so PFK Ray Ray, long live the kid
I wish the jit was here, would've been outchea kickin' it
It's a PFK world that we livin' in
So it's f**k you and then f**k just how yo' feelings is
I throw up L, so you know just how I'm feelin', n***a
Long live O-Dog, yeah, you know I f**kin' miss you n***a
I smoke straight out the LB
Yeah, this loud, I know you smell me
The paper good, yeah, we the money team
It's more money out to make, don't do no date, can you just suck it please
We leave the scene ga**ed up, musty
I like my money neat, don't think about none of that touchin'
We on the block, tryna run it up from nothin'
And f**k the cops, they always on our nuts for somethin'
I don't want no friends 'cause I don't f**k wit' new n***as
This stick like a reporter, put you on the news, n***a
Was servin' O's while I was still in school, n***a
Ask my teachers, I was reakin' through the cla**room, n***a
This off the top, I'll pop me a opp
That money ain't never gon' stop
Them bags just keep gettin' dropped
Yeah, you know that pu**y gon' pop
But I don't need it, that sh*t don't P
I need that face and then I'm leavin'
Don't play wit' P, that b*t*h a demon
Smoke you Ps to sleep, I'm geekin'
Quake your sh*t like I'm Katrina
Keep your blunts, boy, I don't need 'em
And you can't f**k with lil' QG, yeah, that me
Good gat put her straight to sleep
She suck then she left no lead
Then she gon' wash all of my sheets
I know she ready
Yeah, come here, f**k her steady
Close range, I ain't gon' do no flexin'
You gon' get hit with this weapon
Grammy sh*t, I got 'em beggin'
Big boy Glock, no Smith & Wesson
Stop and pop like JJ Red**k
Knock your sh*t we shootin' steady
We fell in love with sticks so don't get hit
I'm tryna ice out all my sh*t while you still worryin' about that b*t*h
You put your trust in her, yeah, you still lovin' her
But you know that I'm f**kin' her
Big dog, I'm like a Tonka truck, uh, you n***as run her up
I pull up in somethin' tough, I ain't finna talk or fuss
These diamonds hittin' uppercut, big d**k, I stick it up her gut
These n***as really under us, that's why they try to come for us
This can get real ugly so boy don't f**k wit' me
This sh*t sting like a bumblebee
These n***as can't catch up wit' me
You know I want that victory
Me and PG history
She say, "Your voice, it get to me"
I like when she start lickin' me
I'll put her up, no Christmas tree
She wet as f**k, it's slippery
Can't ask us off the list, we on our sh*t, guess it was meant to be
I f**ked her 'til like yesterday
D**k knocked her out, she catch a Z
She act just like her zodiac
This beat I need to let it sleep
