CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Can’t Sleep
Bih', what?
(D. Hill)
Uh, ride with the cooler, that bih' like a—, uh
Ride with the cooler, it look like a ruler
These n***as intruders, these n***as gon' get on they shooters, they shoot at us
Yeah, you know that I'm booted, I know that I'm geeked
I know that I'm geeked, my bih', sleep, I can't sleep, uh, yeah
Wake up with that cash, got racks all on my sleeve
Shawty—, uh
I'm like Bob Marley, b*t*h, I'm smokin' on weed, yeah, yeah
Whole lotta thots, whole lotta cash all on us, uh, yeah
Can't talk to a thot anymore, yeah
We don't f**k with you, b*t*h
Count up that money get richer, count up that money get richer, yeah
Count up that monеy get richer, count up that money gеt richer, ha
I bought my b*t*h a new Richard, I bought my b*t*h a new Richard, yeah, huh
Whole gang rockin' the Richard, now we look real rich, yeah
Dig, yeah, uh
This sh*t way too big, yeah, ayy, yeah
Yeah, I got ten hoes in California, yeah
I had ten hoes on me in the mornin', yeah
I got ten hoes and they all moanin'
Yeah, racks in my bag, racks in my—, uh
Racks on that b*t*h, put in the—, uh
Pull out the switch, hit him real quick
He gotta go, left him in the ditch
We in the south, bangin' the .8, uh, uh
Whole lotta red sh*t, uh, uh
On that red bih', uh, uh
I need a red bih', hol' on
I'm on some savage sh*t, yeah
I'm 'bout to shred sh*t, yeah
All these n***as fake, yeah
I ain't tryna share sh*t, yeah
I can't talk to a ho, yeah, 'cause they love sh*t, yeah
I can't f**k with these n***as, yeah, they triflin'
Shawty, she killin', yeah, I swear I better not see him
We gon' rob a n***a, yeah, jit get even, uh
Uh, I got some b*t*hes in bed with me, they f**kin', they f**kin', they f**kin', okay, uh
They f**kin on Carti, they f**kin on Carti 'cause he got some hundreds, yeah
We hop in the truck, yeah, we hop in that SUV, get stuck
Two cups full of that lean, baby, pour me up
I'ma come out real quick
(D. Hill)
Uh, ride with the cooler, that bih' like a—, uh
Ride with the cooler, it look like a ruler
These n***as intruders, these n***as gon' get on they shooters, they shoot at us
Yeah, you know that I'm booted, I know that I'm geeked
I know that I'm geeked, my bih', sleep, I can't sleep, uh, yeah
Wake up with that cash, got racks all on my sleeve
Shawty—, uh
I'm like Bob Marley, b*t*h, I'm smokin' on weed, yeah, yeah
Whole lotta thots, whole lotta cash all on us, uh, yeah
Can't talk to a thot anymore, yeah
We don't f**k with you, b*t*h
Count up that money get richer, count up that money get richer, yeah
Count up that monеy get richer, count up that money gеt richer, ha
I bought my b*t*h a new Richard, I bought my b*t*h a new Richard, yeah, huh
Whole gang rockin' the Richard, now we look real rich, yeah
Dig, yeah, uh
This sh*t way too big, yeah, ayy, yeah
Yeah, I got ten hoes in California, yeah
I had ten hoes on me in the mornin', yeah
I got ten hoes and they all moanin'
Yeah, racks in my bag, racks in my—, uh
Racks on that b*t*h, put in the—, uh
Pull out the switch, hit him real quick
He gotta go, left him in the ditch
We in the south, bangin' the .8, uh, uh
Whole lotta red sh*t, uh, uh
On that red bih', uh, uh
I need a red bih', hol' on
I'm on some savage sh*t, yeah
I'm 'bout to shred sh*t, yeah
All these n***as fake, yeah
I ain't tryna share sh*t, yeah
I can't talk to a ho, yeah, 'cause they love sh*t, yeah
I can't f**k with these n***as, yeah, they triflin'
Shawty, she killin', yeah, I swear I better not see him
We gon' rob a n***a, yeah, jit get even, uh
Uh, I got some b*t*hes in bed with me, they f**kin', they f**kin', they f**kin', okay, uh
They f**kin on Carti, they f**kin on Carti 'cause he got some hundreds, yeah
We hop in the truck, yeah, we hop in that SUV, get stuck
Two cups full of that lean, baby, pour me up
I'ma come out real quick
