CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : 21 Red Dots
Yo
Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Big knots get a n***a Xd out
b*t*h, I'm rich, I'm tryna f**k on every thot
b*t*h, I'm rich, I'm tryna beat your neck out
Savage got the .40 with the red dot
Savage made a quarter mil' off "Red Opps"
Yeah, n***a, I ain't never filled out a job app'
Your favorite rapper keyboard, I swear that n***a all cap
All my n***as real fans, all of 'em all clap
21 Savage, I be hangin' where the check be
I don't want the pu**y, lil' b*t*h, just neck me
b*t*h, you tryna screenshot a n***a, don't text me
I don't wanna be your boyfriend, I'm your bestie, yeah, yeah
Spend a whole lot of bills, n***a, yeah, yeah
House all in the hills, n***a, yeah, yeah
Suck that d**k until it spill, baby, yeah, yeah
I get nasty, I'm ill, baby, yeah, yeah
Diamonds on me real big, yeah, yeah
I put a 30 on a SIG, yeah, yeah
Balenciagas on my kids, yeah, yeah
I'm doing donuts in the 6, yeah, yeah
Got a stick with a knife, don't get chopped up
Carbon with the silencer, make a n***a silence ya
Oh, you think you tough because you run around on that Molly, huh
I ain't even gonna acknowledge ya
All my n***as bodied up
Ran up a bag then I went and bought a Rari
If I hurt your feelings, my bad, I'm sorry
Got a lot of choppers, I ain't talking 'bout no Harleys
Slaughter Gang, n***a, we just shot up the party
I'ma let the diamonds talk for me, yeah
Make a model b*t*h walk for me, yeah
You better swallow, b*t*h, don't act bougie
You better not act like you don't see your friend choosing
All that ass, b*t*h, let a n***a squeeze it
This hard work, b*t*h, pimpin' ain't easy
I buy b*t*hes new cars all season
I spoil all my hoes for no reason
Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Big knots get a n***a Xd out
b*t*h, I'm rich, I'm tryna f**k on every thot
b*t*h, I'm rich, I'm tryna beat your neck out
Savage got the .40 with the red dot
Savage made a quarter mil' off "Red Opps"
Yeah, n***a, I ain't never filled out a job app'
Your favorite rapper keyboard, I swear that n***a all cap
All my n***as real fans, all of 'em all clap
21 Savage, I be hangin' where the check be
I don't want the pu**y, lil' b*t*h, just neck me
b*t*h, you tryna screenshot a n***a, don't text me
I don't wanna be your boyfriend, I'm your bestie, yeah, yeah
Spend a whole lot of bills, n***a, yeah, yeah
House all in the hills, n***a, yeah, yeah
Suck that d**k until it spill, baby, yeah, yeah
I get nasty, I'm ill, baby, yeah, yeah
Diamonds on me real big, yeah, yeah
I put a 30 on a SIG, yeah, yeah
Balenciagas on my kids, yeah, yeah
I'm doing donuts in the 6, yeah, yeah
Got a stick with a knife, don't get chopped up
Carbon with the silencer, make a n***a silence ya
Oh, you think you tough because you run around on that Molly, huh
I ain't even gonna acknowledge ya
All my n***as bodied up
Ran up a bag then I went and bought a Rari
If I hurt your feelings, my bad, I'm sorry
Got a lot of choppers, I ain't talking 'bout no Harleys
Slaughter Gang, n***a, we just shot up the party
I'ma let the diamonds talk for me, yeah
Make a model b*t*h walk for me, yeah
You better swallow, b*t*h, don't act bougie
You better not act like you don't see your friend choosing
All that ass, b*t*h, let a n***a squeeze it
This hard work, b*t*h, pimpin' ain't easy
I buy b*t*hes new cars all season
I spoil all my hoes for no reason
