CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : My Cup
I just told Richie we rich, huh
I can't do a whole day without my cup
I can't do a whole day without my drugs
I can't do a whole day without my cup (Yeah)
I can't do a whole day without my drugs (F**k that, Okay)
F**k that b*t*h, man, I love my drugs, yeah
I love my drugs, yeah, fell in love with my cup, yeah
Fell in love with this stuff, yeah she fell in love with this stuff, yeah
She fell in love with a punk, yeah, got the chick tatted on my arm (Yee)
N***as down for the war (Ye-Yeah), she put down for the mob
Gotta let a n***a know, gotta let the b*t*h know
Ate a b*t*h, bite her throat (Yeah)
Ate a b*t*h, bite her throat (Ye)
Had to let the b*t*h know (Yeah)
Go put on designer b*t*h, yeah, I put on the red rag
I put the little b*t*h in bottega, I put her on V
Had the b*t*h piped down, all goofy, got the b*t*h all day
I'm f**kin' on Medusa, my heart was racing
Molly got me gone (Uh-uh-uh-uh)
B*t*h, huuh, get me my money
I can't slow down b*t*h, you don't want war
I can't slow down b*t*h, these boys is on go
I feel like these n***as tryna cut me off, so
I feel like these n***as, they gon' end me or somethin'
I'mma do the same thing to you, thinking 'bout doing it n***a
I killed a n***a, yeah, yeah
Extendo, yeah, yeah, right on his head
P*ss on a b*t*h a** n***a, I ain't feel his energy
We got all these sticks, we like 10 deep
We got all these sticks, we like-
This the n***a you tryna be like (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Rick Owens my jeans, too tight
Back off
B*t*h, back up, b*t*h, yeah I got a bankroll
B*t*h-b*t*h gotta give me face, she got no control
I'm tryna chase them down, I'm tryna let them know
I'm finna shoot at the opps, we might shoot at the po' (Blatt)
I got all this cash
I can't do a whole day without my cup
I can't do a whole day without my drugs
I can't do a whole day without my cup (Yeah)
I can't do a whole day without my drugs (F**k that, Okay)
F**k that b*t*h, man, I love my drugs, yeah
I love my drugs, yeah, fell in love with my cup, yeah
Fell in love with this stuff, yeah she fell in love with this stuff, yeah
She fell in love with a punk, yeah, got the chick tatted on my arm (Yee)
N***as down for the war (Ye-Yeah), she put down for the mob
Gotta let a n***a know, gotta let the b*t*h know
Ate a b*t*h, bite her throat (Yeah)
Ate a b*t*h, bite her throat (Ye)
Had to let the b*t*h know (Yeah)
Go put on designer b*t*h, yeah, I put on the red rag
I put the little b*t*h in bottega, I put her on V
Had the b*t*h piped down, all goofy, got the b*t*h all day
I'm f**kin' on Medusa, my heart was racing
Molly got me gone (Uh-uh-uh-uh)
B*t*h, huuh, get me my money
I can't slow down b*t*h, you don't want war
I can't slow down b*t*h, these boys is on go
I feel like these n***as tryna cut me off, so
I feel like these n***as, they gon' end me or somethin'
I'mma do the same thing to you, thinking 'bout doing it n***a
I killed a n***a, yeah, yeah
Extendo, yeah, yeah, right on his head
P*ss on a b*t*h a** n***a, I ain't feel his energy
We got all these sticks, we like 10 deep
We got all these sticks, we like-
This the n***a you tryna be like (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Rick Owens my jeans, too tight
Back off
B*t*h, back up, b*t*h, yeah I got a bankroll
B*t*h-b*t*h gotta give me face, she got no control
I'm tryna chase them down, I'm tryna let them know
I'm finna shoot at the opps, we might shoot at the po' (Blatt)
I got all this cash
