CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : ThoroughBread
Yo Pierre, You wanna come outta here
Matrin Cruz Production
Yuum Yuum
Haha, Haha
I ain't f**king with these clout faggots round all way
I ain't your cousin, Diggin booty ass hoes
Dont try a G, Dont Try a G
We doin them down south, i can't f**k with them
Hunnid Hunnid, two hunnid
Hunnid thousen
I never sell my soul, (Yuum yuum) (I never sell my soul)
God got me till i go, (God got me till i go)
I can't worry about thous, im getting mine (Gettin mine)
On dem xans, cuz im stressing all the time (All Dem xans)
In the skreets, too much beef, im out my mind (in Deem Skreetz)
Bouts dont worry, im always out totting all my nine( Im tottin fi´)
Go real in the field, ThoroughBread (ThoroughBread)
You know killaz, you know drillaz
And dem dude gon hell
Gon send shots to dem boy, Leave em dead (Leave em dead)
Is you really down to thug boy? bang what you say
Boy, playing what you said? (heh?!)For the clout?!
Only doin for the fieldz cuz, thats what im bout
All this bullsh*t rap is coming out, (is coming out?!)
I ain't none pulling f**k sh*t, all deez out
Its on lil mote grave, lil bro (lil mote)
I ain't never switch like a b*t*h, n going sell my soul
Cross the tracks where dem boyz throwin Four´z
Welcome down the sota, ima show it how it goes
If it she notices on the dope to ya home
Momma cryin all alone, thinking that shes on her own
On the block wit this pack til is gone (im on dat hunnid)
Playin with sticks and stones, throughbread to the floor
If it she notices on the dope to ya home (to ya home)
Momma cryin all alone, thinking that shes on her own
On the block wit this pack til is gone (thou thou)
Playin with sticks and stones, throughbread to the floor
If it she notices on the dope to ya home
Momma cryin all alone, thinking that shes on her own (I love you mom)
On the block wit this pack til is gone (on foam)
Playin with sticks and stones, throughbread to the floor(Skrrt Skrrt)
If it she notices on the dope to ya home (Whats you gonna do?)
Momma cryin all alone, thinking that shes on her own
On the block wit this pack til is gone (im on dat hunnid)
Playin with sticks and stones (Sticks and stones)
Throughbread to the floor
Matrin Cruz Production
Yuum Yuum
Haha, Haha
I ain't f**king with these clout faggots round all way
I ain't your cousin, Diggin booty ass hoes
Dont try a G, Dont Try a G
We doin them down south, i can't f**k with them
Hunnid Hunnid, two hunnid
Hunnid thousen
I never sell my soul, (Yuum yuum) (I never sell my soul)
God got me till i go, (God got me till i go)
I can't worry about thous, im getting mine (Gettin mine)
On dem xans, cuz im stressing all the time (All Dem xans)
In the skreets, too much beef, im out my mind (in Deem Skreetz)
Bouts dont worry, im always out totting all my nine( Im tottin fi´)
Go real in the field, ThoroughBread (ThoroughBread)
You know killaz, you know drillaz
And dem dude gon hell
Gon send shots to dem boy, Leave em dead (Leave em dead)
Is you really down to thug boy? bang what you say
Boy, playing what you said? (heh?!)For the clout?!
Only doin for the fieldz cuz, thats what im bout
All this bullsh*t rap is coming out, (is coming out?!)
I ain't none pulling f**k sh*t, all deez out
Its on lil mote grave, lil bro (lil mote)
I ain't never switch like a b*t*h, n going sell my soul
Cross the tracks where dem boyz throwin Four´z
Welcome down the sota, ima show it how it goes
If it she notices on the dope to ya home
Momma cryin all alone, thinking that shes on her own
On the block wit this pack til is gone (im on dat hunnid)
Playin with sticks and stones, throughbread to the floor
If it she notices on the dope to ya home (to ya home)
Momma cryin all alone, thinking that shes on her own
On the block wit this pack til is gone (thou thou)
Playin with sticks and stones, throughbread to the floor
If it she notices on the dope to ya home
Momma cryin all alone, thinking that shes on her own (I love you mom)
On the block wit this pack til is gone (on foam)
Playin with sticks and stones, throughbread to the floor(Skrrt Skrrt)
If it she notices on the dope to ya home (Whats you gonna do?)
Momma cryin all alone, thinking that shes on her own
On the block wit this pack til is gone (im on dat hunnid)
Playin with sticks and stones (Sticks and stones)
Throughbread to the floor
