CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Poof (Remix)

Aye, Look
Faragamo on my feet, I keep the flare on my toes
And I swear to God that I'm elite, I always wanna carry the gold
Need ten racks for a fee, I come with various flows
n***as always wanna compete, you couldn't compare me to those
In a whole different area codes
My n***as roll up we gone burry your soul
b*t*hes pull up they the rarest of hoes
Hottest as f**k they rarely get cold
I never stress over anyone else 'cause I'm never impress when I stare at my foes
I can't suppress all the words that I flex when they look at me I know they scared of me though

Top 5 n***a I'm top 1
Top 5 n***a you not 1
I got wins you got none
I don't take the L's you take
I elevate the top run
Resonate with figures most these n***as
Been my Godson
n***as steal my steez and claim they got one

Switch up on n***as like Sammy Sosa
I'm MVP, I demand the trophy
They envy me and they snitch on my plays to the feds in attempts to hand me over
Way too many you n***as I'm standing over
I'm too far in the lead all yall plans is over
Im too strong with the speed even if they stand in my way its sad 'cause i ran them over
I don't ever feel pressure to move
They say money can never buy happiness for me but I seen what cheddar can do
People turn rats in the heat of the moments if they not together with you
That's why I stand by myself in the midst of a circle with n***as who been trained how to groove