CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : First Year
These diamonds won't chill, why the f**k would I chill?
I'm poppin' my sh*t, give a f**k how you feel
She ride on the d**k, but she ain't got no wheels
Been dead for a minute, the f**k can I live?
Forgetting my memory, poppin' these X
A mouthful of diamonds, that's why she gets wet
Don't get near this car, we got choppas and TEC's
She gon' crash on the gang, it's gon' turn to a wreck
I'm in the projects, designer my jeans
Hi-Tech my cup and I'm gon' on a bean
She were f**kin' my brother, she f**kin' the team
But that ain't my concern, she just chasin' her drеam
I was down on my ass, man, they ain't give me sh*t
I see shе won't f**k 'cause I'm flashin' my wrist
Take a p*ss on yo' block 'cause I know where y'all been
My first year in the game, get the f**k off my d**k
Roll down the window on hood, I'ma fly
He claim these streets, he ain't comin' outside
Caught the n***a slippin' at the gas station, he was high
Middle school first year, we was tryna steal ties
Know how I feel when I get on these pills
Activist activate go on a drill
Cartier lenses get foggy as hell
But I reach for my Glock to put two in his head
Go out of town and I f**k up the road
Pop me a Perc' and I pop me a dro
Nd' death 'round the corner, I'm new in these clothes
Exposed to street like before I was four
Tryna look good, wanna cop me a jacket
These b*t*hes ain't sh*t with a lion as a pet
I'ma flex on a b*t*h when I hop off the jet
If I f**k with you b*t*h, better know that you blessed
I'm poppin' my sh*t, give a f**k how you feel
She ride on the d**k, but she ain't got no wheels
Been dead for a minute, the f**k can I live?
Forgetting my memory, poppin' these X
A mouthful of diamonds, that's why she gets wet
Don't get near this car, we got choppas and TEC's
She gon' crash on the gang, it's gon' turn to a wreck
I'm in the projects, designer my jeans
Hi-Tech my cup and I'm gon' on a bean
She were f**kin' my brother, she f**kin' the team
But that ain't my concern, she just chasin' her drеam
I was down on my ass, man, they ain't give me sh*t
I see shе won't f**k 'cause I'm flashin' my wrist
Take a p*ss on yo' block 'cause I know where y'all been
My first year in the game, get the f**k off my d**k
Roll down the window on hood, I'ma fly
He claim these streets, he ain't comin' outside
Caught the n***a slippin' at the gas station, he was high
Middle school first year, we was tryna steal ties
Know how I feel when I get on these pills
Activist activate go on a drill
Cartier lenses get foggy as hell
But I reach for my Glock to put two in his head
Go out of town and I f**k up the road
Pop me a Perc' and I pop me a dro
Nd' death 'round the corner, I'm new in these clothes
Exposed to street like before I was four
Tryna look good, wanna cop me a jacket
These b*t*hes ain't sh*t with a lion as a pet
I'ma flex on a b*t*h when I hop off the jet
If I f**k with you b*t*h, better know that you blessed
