CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : In The Field
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Still with them soldiers, I think I'm finna cop a Draco
It's a drill, we gon' make em rock a halo
From the Windy City, but that b*t*h be hot like San Diego
I might have like fifty thousand on me walkin' down Rodeo
Ballin' like I'm Curry, 'bout my green like I'm Boston
The way I be runnin' up this money, I'm exhausted
Think I pop too many, this ecstasy got me nauseous
Got demons on my mental, I been off the drugs often
Beefin' with them killers, hope you movin' with precaution
Put money on his head, we gon' buy him like an auction
Like a quarterback, bullets out the RUger get to tossin'
Caught him with his head down, it's time to dress up for that coffin
You know how we bleed, b*t*h, my shooters goin' brazzy
I come from the slums, we was trappin' on the daily
Now I'm in that i8, bought my mama a Mercedes
N***as hate to see me with that whip like it's slavery (Like it's slavery)
Still with them soldiers, I think I'm finna cop a Draco
It's a drill, we gon' make em rock a halo
From the Windy City, but that b*t*h be hot like San Diego
I might have like fifty thousand on me walkin' down Rodeo
Ballin' like I'm Curry, 'bout my green like I'm Boston
The way I be runnin' up this money, I'm exhausted
Think I pop too many, this ecstasy got me nauseous
Got demons on my mental, I been off the drugs often...
Still with them soldiers, I think I'm finna cop a Draco
It's a drill, we gon' make em rock a halo
From the Windy City, but that b*t*h be hot like San Diego
I might have like fifty thousand on me walkin' down Rodeo
Ballin' like I'm Curry, 'bout my green like I'm Boston
The way I be runnin' up this money, I'm exhausted
Think I pop too many, this ecstasy got me nauseous
Got demons on my mental, I been off the drugs often
Beefin' with them killers, hope you movin' with precaution
Put money on his head, we gon' buy him like an auction
Like a quarterback, bullets out the RUger get to tossin'
Caught him with his head down, it's time to dress up for that coffin
You know how we bleed, b*t*h, my shooters goin' brazzy
I come from the slums, we was trappin' on the daily
Now I'm in that i8, bought my mama a Mercedes
N***as hate to see me with that whip like it's slavery (Like it's slavery)
Still with them soldiers, I think I'm finna cop a Draco
It's a drill, we gon' make em rock a halo
From the Windy City, but that b*t*h be hot like San Diego
I might have like fifty thousand on me walkin' down Rodeo
Ballin' like I'm Curry, 'bout my green like I'm Boston
The way I be runnin' up this money, I'm exhausted
Think I pop too many, this ecstasy got me nauseous
Got demons on my mental, I been off the drugs often...
