CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Angry Cries
(Haha, Wavvy)
Uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh (Damn, Mikey)
Oh, oh
Don't matter 'bout sun or snow, we all ten toes
My goons don't hibernate
Woke up, thought 'bout throwin' my life away
This .40 cook sh*t like a microwave
But I'm on the road to riches, dollar signs on my license plate
They weren't supportin' us
F**k you and I mean that sh*t in the nicest way
Slide back-to-back, like night and day
Got hot sh*t, like a fireplace
Right up in the slums, with my pipe on waist
He get penalized if he violate, uh
But f**k that sh*t, how I hate and I love that b*t*h
A lot of people I love, I missed
A lot of people I cut off quick
Angry cries when my bros got hit
Lord, I keep takin' drugs, I'm sick
VVS when I flood my wrist
Got it straight out the mud, I'm rich, uh
Got it straight out the mud, I'm rich, uh, uh, uh
Don't think they really know, how this sh*t really go
This street sh*t gettin' old, ain't stickin' to the code
Your n***as never rode, my n***as never fold
Them killers gettin' more, they tryna get your soul
Don't give a f**k 'bout one body, they tryna catch some more
I'm haunted, I see dead people right here in this gold
I'm haunted, I see dead people right here in this gold
Don't matter 'bout sun or snow, we all ten toes
My goons don't hibernate
Woke up, thought 'bout throwin' my life away
This .40 cook sh*t like a microwave
But I'm on the road to riches, dollar signs on my license plate
They weren't supportin' us
F**k you and I mean that sh*t in the nicest way
Slide back-to-back, like night and day
Got hot sh*t, like a fireplace
Right up in the slums, with my pipe on waist
He get penalized if he violate, uh
Uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh (Damn, Mikey)
Oh, oh
Don't matter 'bout sun or snow, we all ten toes
My goons don't hibernate
Woke up, thought 'bout throwin' my life away
This .40 cook sh*t like a microwave
But I'm on the road to riches, dollar signs on my license plate
They weren't supportin' us
F**k you and I mean that sh*t in the nicest way
Slide back-to-back, like night and day
Got hot sh*t, like a fireplace
Right up in the slums, with my pipe on waist
He get penalized if he violate, uh
But f**k that sh*t, how I hate and I love that b*t*h
A lot of people I love, I missed
A lot of people I cut off quick
Angry cries when my bros got hit
Lord, I keep takin' drugs, I'm sick
VVS when I flood my wrist
Got it straight out the mud, I'm rich, uh
Got it straight out the mud, I'm rich, uh, uh, uh
Don't think they really know, how this sh*t really go
This street sh*t gettin' old, ain't stickin' to the code
Your n***as never rode, my n***as never fold
Them killers gettin' more, they tryna get your soul
Don't give a f**k 'bout one body, they tryna catch some more
I'm haunted, I see dead people right here in this gold
I'm haunted, I see dead people right here in this gold
Don't matter 'bout sun or snow, we all ten toes
My goons don't hibernate
Woke up, thought 'bout throwin' my life away
This .40 cook sh*t like a microwave
But I'm on the road to riches, dollar signs on my license plate
They weren't supportin' us
F**k you and I mean that sh*t in the nicest way
Slide back-to-back, like night and day
Got hot sh*t, like a fireplace
Right up in the slums, with my pipe on waist
He get penalized if he violate, uh
