CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : 30 Freestyle
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
On my wrist I got a 30, on my neck I got a 30
On my hip I got a 30, on my back I got a 30
Hitting all my three’s, like I’m Steph Curry
In the Lamb, in a hurry
f**k on your b*t*h while she sniff that perc’ I’m slurping
I might hit that ass again, that b*t*h curvy
My plug for real, Fanta with promethazine he be serving
I don’t know what else to f**king say b*t*h
All I do is drop the top on the S-Class and I get laid, b*t*h
She suck me way too good, I finna bust on her like first aid
First mixtape on Soundcloud, got hella hits, first album got paid
That n***a bugging me, my n***as gone spray him with Raid
Koeingsegg go up to 270 MPH, cops cannot see me in a high speed chase
Got Cactus Jack IV’s, might buy some Goyard laces
Yes, they make those for bosses, but you a wеak n***a, for you they won’t make them
n***a bеing hunted down, he the one that didn’t believe in me, I won’t save him
n***a more annyoing than in ingrown hair, Huncho gone shave him
If I’m in the AMG than yes, but if I’m classy in the Maybach, I won’t race him
I get way too many racks, like for real, no faking
Put a quad-turbo V16 in a rusty Civic, I could get to 220 but the whole thing be shaking
Yes, I’ve only been in the game for 8 years, but I ain’t no mumble n***a, no mistaking
Dinosaur truck got so much torque, when I skrt my whip earthquaking
Road looks semi-straight, hop in a Bugatti, top speed run, I ain’t braking
When I do brake, almost died, whole whip be snaking
Snaking like that n***a KD, all black BMW and all white Mercedes
‘Bout to cop that Hardwood Classics Chris Paul jersey from Macy’s, yeah
That b*t*h crazy, she tryna enslave me
I own the police, no n***a I do not pay fees, yeah
The way I write my bars I got logic, like Keanu Reeves, yeah
Chrome Heart on my sleeves, Eternal Atake in my speakers
Benz, Benz, Benz, Benz, Benz, hop right into an Enz’
I f**ked her like three times, but we really just friends
If she wanna f**k, well than that just depends
Bought a Maybach, not a lot of legroom, might have to extend
Popping perc’s, getting so high, wait to descend
n***a pulled a gun on me, had to off him before we could make ammends
n***a rapped about me in his song, said he gone kill me, we all know that n***a pretends
Even if he ain’t kidding, sit in a matte black Escalade, bulletproofed, surrounded by n***as that gone defend
They got TEC’s and pumps, I also got snipers on the roof, make one move, they’ll blow off your head
I bought my n***a a Chevy Traverse, I bought my b*t*h a AM DBX, and my momma likes offroading so I bought her a Cayenne
If you tryna to pull up on a n***a, I’ll put you through to my shooter, he’ll tell you what stick he recmomends
If I was 17 I’d start j*rking off to the crazy nudes my girl just f**king sent
Go hunting for rednecks, camo Jeep DD, yes sir, that sh*t blends in
I got a nice thick Mexican b*t*h, and together we both f**k the b*t*hes she befriends
I f**ked that b*t*h with all my clothes on, but she moaning loud, so you know it’s intense
No she ain’t Lana Roahdes or Mia Khalifa, but my b*t*h got hella cake
That n***a tryna exspose me, had to kill just to save face
Might go hop into a FXX-K, that Ferrari, first place I gone take
f**k Joe Budden, ballin with Lil Boat and ‘Cho, ice tray the gang!
You n***as is pu**y, you n***as is lame
I got a Dragonite with a Hyper Beam, my n***as go Super Saiyan
Hit the water with Gyardos, her pu**y looking like Bang®
Big balling, Olajuwan, up in Houston, like I’m LaFlame
f**k your b*t*h in Portland, than take her courtside to watch Big Game Dame
I’m ballin’ like Ja Morant, you balling like Lonzo Ball, no your not the same
I got a Murcielago and a Gallardo, you know I lane change
Scissor doors the Diablo, kill you like Vagos, never turn on the gang
Told the hater, “suck my d**k like a Mento”, skrt a Sesto Elemento
If I were you, I wouldn’t get too sentimental, cause your b*t*h gonna be bouncing like Jell-o
Hit you and your fellow, that Porsche GT2 f**king yellow
Had to pull some strings like a cello, rocking Rockafeller like Carmelo
My b*t*h mean and sexy like J-Lo, invest my racks to the ghetto
Redskin b*t*h like pueblo, started the lit WRX the flat-four bellowed
So much gold and diamonds like a pharoah, the Aventador wide, can’t drive it nowhere narrow
Yeah, I got rings like Quinn Cook, and I ball like Westbrook
Rockets, why the f**k did you get rid of Westbrook?
Broke n***a in the Prius, he was driving too slow, so I floored the Nismo and I overtook
My b*t*h was bored and horny, chugged the lean, and I hit her right in her nook
Yeah my b*t*h drink drank, you b*t*h sip LaCroix, my thang pu**y wet like a brook
That n***a pulled up on my n***as, we got military-grade whips, that n***a got cooked
Annoying b*t*h, I f**ked her one time, now that b*t*h hooked
My chef cooks the animals he slayed the same day, your sh*t precooked
Thousand dollar shoes, got your whole salary on my foot
Yeah okay, I drink promethazine, you drink rose’
I took his b*t*h, I also took that n***as b*t*h, grab my b*t*h, have a four-way
500K Patek from Switzerland, my wrist getting cold like Norway
If that n***a want smoke, that’s fine, let me switch my Glock to a fully, ayy Hesitation
On my wrist I got a 30, on my neck I got a 30
On my hip I got a 30, on my back I got a 30
Hitting all my three’s, like I’m Steph Curry
In the Lamb, in a hurry
f**k on your b*t*h while she sniff that perc’ I’m slurping
I might hit that ass again, that b*t*h curvy
My plug for real, Fanta with promethazine he be serving
On my wrist I got a 30, on my neck I got a 30
On my hip I got a 30, on my back I got a 30
Hitting all my three’s, like I’m Steph Curry
In the Lamb, in a hurry
f**k on your b*t*h while she sniff that perc’ I’m slurping
I might hit that ass again, that b*t*h curvy
My plug for real, Fanta with promethazine he be serving
I don’t know what else to f**king say b*t*h
All I do is drop the top on the S-Class and I get laid, b*t*h
She suck me way too good, I finna bust on her like first aid
First mixtape on Soundcloud, got hella hits, first album got paid
That n***a bugging me, my n***as gone spray him with Raid
Koeingsegg go up to 270 MPH, cops cannot see me in a high speed chase
Got Cactus Jack IV’s, might buy some Goyard laces
Yes, they make those for bosses, but you a wеak n***a, for you they won’t make them
n***a bеing hunted down, he the one that didn’t believe in me, I won’t save him
n***a more annyoing than in ingrown hair, Huncho gone shave him
If I’m in the AMG than yes, but if I’m classy in the Maybach, I won’t race him
I get way too many racks, like for real, no faking
Put a quad-turbo V16 in a rusty Civic, I could get to 220 but the whole thing be shaking
Yes, I’ve only been in the game for 8 years, but I ain’t no mumble n***a, no mistaking
Dinosaur truck got so much torque, when I skrt my whip earthquaking
Road looks semi-straight, hop in a Bugatti, top speed run, I ain’t braking
When I do brake, almost died, whole whip be snaking
Snaking like that n***a KD, all black BMW and all white Mercedes
‘Bout to cop that Hardwood Classics Chris Paul jersey from Macy’s, yeah
That b*t*h crazy, she tryna enslave me
I own the police, no n***a I do not pay fees, yeah
The way I write my bars I got logic, like Keanu Reeves, yeah
Chrome Heart on my sleeves, Eternal Atake in my speakers
Benz, Benz, Benz, Benz, Benz, hop right into an Enz’
I f**ked her like three times, but we really just friends
If she wanna f**k, well than that just depends
Bought a Maybach, not a lot of legroom, might have to extend
Popping perc’s, getting so high, wait to descend
n***a pulled a gun on me, had to off him before we could make ammends
n***a rapped about me in his song, said he gone kill me, we all know that n***a pretends
Even if he ain’t kidding, sit in a matte black Escalade, bulletproofed, surrounded by n***as that gone defend
They got TEC’s and pumps, I also got snipers on the roof, make one move, they’ll blow off your head
I bought my n***a a Chevy Traverse, I bought my b*t*h a AM DBX, and my momma likes offroading so I bought her a Cayenne
If you tryna to pull up on a n***a, I’ll put you through to my shooter, he’ll tell you what stick he recmomends
If I was 17 I’d start j*rking off to the crazy nudes my girl just f**king sent
Go hunting for rednecks, camo Jeep DD, yes sir, that sh*t blends in
I got a nice thick Mexican b*t*h, and together we both f**k the b*t*hes she befriends
I f**ked that b*t*h with all my clothes on, but she moaning loud, so you know it’s intense
No she ain’t Lana Roahdes or Mia Khalifa, but my b*t*h got hella cake
That n***a tryna exspose me, had to kill just to save face
Might go hop into a FXX-K, that Ferrari, first place I gone take
f**k Joe Budden, ballin with Lil Boat and ‘Cho, ice tray the gang!
You n***as is pu**y, you n***as is lame
I got a Dragonite with a Hyper Beam, my n***as go Super Saiyan
Hit the water with Gyardos, her pu**y looking like Bang®
Big balling, Olajuwan, up in Houston, like I’m LaFlame
f**k your b*t*h in Portland, than take her courtside to watch Big Game Dame
I’m ballin’ like Ja Morant, you balling like Lonzo Ball, no your not the same
I got a Murcielago and a Gallardo, you know I lane change
Scissor doors the Diablo, kill you like Vagos, never turn on the gang
Told the hater, “suck my d**k like a Mento”, skrt a Sesto Elemento
If I were you, I wouldn’t get too sentimental, cause your b*t*h gonna be bouncing like Jell-o
Hit you and your fellow, that Porsche GT2 f**king yellow
Had to pull some strings like a cello, rocking Rockafeller like Carmelo
My b*t*h mean and sexy like J-Lo, invest my racks to the ghetto
Redskin b*t*h like pueblo, started the lit WRX the flat-four bellowed
So much gold and diamonds like a pharoah, the Aventador wide, can’t drive it nowhere narrow
Yeah, I got rings like Quinn Cook, and I ball like Westbrook
Rockets, why the f**k did you get rid of Westbrook?
Broke n***a in the Prius, he was driving too slow, so I floored the Nismo and I overtook
My b*t*h was bored and horny, chugged the lean, and I hit her right in her nook
Yeah my b*t*h drink drank, you b*t*h sip LaCroix, my thang pu**y wet like a brook
That n***a pulled up on my n***as, we got military-grade whips, that n***a got cooked
Annoying b*t*h, I f**ked her one time, now that b*t*h hooked
My chef cooks the animals he slayed the same day, your sh*t precooked
Thousand dollar shoes, got your whole salary on my foot
Yeah okay, I drink promethazine, you drink rose’
I took his b*t*h, I also took that n***as b*t*h, grab my b*t*h, have a four-way
500K Patek from Switzerland, my wrist getting cold like Norway
If that n***a want smoke, that’s fine, let me switch my Glock to a fully, ayy Hesitation
On my wrist I got a 30, on my neck I got a 30
On my hip I got a 30, on my back I got a 30
Hitting all my three’s, like I’m Steph Curry
In the Lamb, in a hurry
f**k on your b*t*h while she sniff that perc’ I’m slurping
I might hit that ass again, that b*t*h curvy
My plug for real, Fanta with promethazine he be serving
