CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Fresh Off The Plane
I'm in Seattle with this sh*t, yeah
I'm in Seattle with a blick
No cap
I'm on that I don't give a f**k
I'm tryna f**k a n***a b*t*h
You diss my gang, give me a reason just to come and split yo sh*t
You name a young n***a fresh off the plane
First thing he got a stick
And I ain't worried about no 'nother n***a
B*t*h I'm tryna get rich
Riding with that wish a n***a would, you never seen before
Trappin till the sun down, need to be inside a studio
Lookin at my brother like somebody gotta f**k this ho
I really love that n***a, how could me and him go beef about a ho
I'm screaming f**k a deal
F**k these labels they ain't coming out for me
I see the hate don't pay attention to comments
Hatеd by many men
But I'll bust a n***a sh*t
It's a known fact these n***as b*t*hеs
I f**ked yo bm bout a year ago n***a get up out yo feelings
I'm on that I don't give a f**k
I'm tryna f**k a n***a b*t*h
You diss my gang, give me a reason just to come and split yo sh*t
You name a young n***a fresh off the plane
First thing he got a stick
And I ain't worried about no 'nother n***a
B*t*h I'm tryna get rich
Real fat n***a they say I'm eating real good
You say you good in every hood, but you can't post up in my hood
B*t*h it get wicked where I'm from
It's like a Friday in my hood
B*t*h I'm the prince of my city
N***a I go anywhere
Bet I come to yo little city them b*t*hes want my underwear
You know its hating n***as in the club
But they be everywhere
These n***as having undercover smoke
Scared to put it in the air
And b*t*h this beat ain't come off youtube
B*t*h it came from Pi'erre
(Yo Pi'erre you wanna come out here)
Yo, you wanna come outside
Imma take you to the trenches where we reside
I push a b***on got n***as sliding
I got yo little n***as hiding
He up the Glock, he shoot again
Look at my little n***a firing
It's f**ked up you misleading them
Now yo little n***a died
His funeral on a Thursday
He got his mom and them crying
The moral of it I got some young n***as that ready to do time
Little n***a hit me up he say just send his money on time
I'm on that I don't give a f**k
I'm tryna f**k a n***a b*t*h
You diss my gang, give me a reason just to come and split yo sh*t
You name a young n***a fresh off the plane
First thing he got a stick
And I ain't worried about no 'nother n***a
B*t*h I'm tryna get rich
I'm in Seattle with a blick
No cap
I'm on that I don't give a f**k
I'm tryna f**k a n***a b*t*h
You diss my gang, give me a reason just to come and split yo sh*t
You name a young n***a fresh off the plane
First thing he got a stick
And I ain't worried about no 'nother n***a
B*t*h I'm tryna get rich
Riding with that wish a n***a would, you never seen before
Trappin till the sun down, need to be inside a studio
Lookin at my brother like somebody gotta f**k this ho
I really love that n***a, how could me and him go beef about a ho
I'm screaming f**k a deal
F**k these labels they ain't coming out for me
I see the hate don't pay attention to comments
Hatеd by many men
But I'll bust a n***a sh*t
It's a known fact these n***as b*t*hеs
I f**ked yo bm bout a year ago n***a get up out yo feelings
I'm on that I don't give a f**k
I'm tryna f**k a n***a b*t*h
You diss my gang, give me a reason just to come and split yo sh*t
You name a young n***a fresh off the plane
First thing he got a stick
And I ain't worried about no 'nother n***a
B*t*h I'm tryna get rich
Real fat n***a they say I'm eating real good
You say you good in every hood, but you can't post up in my hood
B*t*h it get wicked where I'm from
It's like a Friday in my hood
B*t*h I'm the prince of my city
N***a I go anywhere
Bet I come to yo little city them b*t*hes want my underwear
You know its hating n***as in the club
But they be everywhere
These n***as having undercover smoke
Scared to put it in the air
And b*t*h this beat ain't come off youtube
B*t*h it came from Pi'erre
(Yo Pi'erre you wanna come out here)
Yo, you wanna come outside
Imma take you to the trenches where we reside
I push a b***on got n***as sliding
I got yo little n***as hiding
He up the Glock, he shoot again
Look at my little n***a firing
It's f**ked up you misleading them
Now yo little n***a died
His funeral on a Thursday
He got his mom and them crying
The moral of it I got some young n***as that ready to do time
Little n***a hit me up he say just send his money on time
I'm on that I don't give a f**k
I'm tryna f**k a n***a b*t*h
You diss my gang, give me a reason just to come and split yo sh*t
You name a young n***a fresh off the plane
First thing he got a stick
And I ain't worried about no 'nother n***a
B*t*h I'm tryna get rich
