CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Digits

b*t*h I’m fresh out the elementary
I f**ked yo b*t*h n it wasn’t gently
We sip faygo we don’t sip on that hennny
Just got out the 5th grade
And i already got laid
And I gave that b*t*h f**king aids
At least I got paid
These n***as ina 8th better be afraid
Or else we finna run a fade
These n***as smell like a cat box
I be playing b*t*hes like a Xbox
My Glock be makin noises like some pop rocks
We pull up on you with the drop top
Me and gco gonna be on the top
If you talking sh*t I’m finna pop off
You trash n***as flopped off
You n***as on my d**k hop off
I be f**king hoes non stop


I’m counting my guap
I’m counting my digits
I’m up ina morning I’m busting these missions
Look at my watch I’m counting the minutes (aye!, aye aye)
I got the sauce drip drip,I’m up on yo b*t*h
Her brother a snitch, gotta hit it then I dip
(Aye aye b*t*h)
She squirted up a ocean
Call her 711 she stay open
Can’t hear you n***as call me Beethoven
We waiting till the gates open
Lost in the sauce go find a way open