CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Pain Inside of Me
(LMC)
(Danny, I see you)
She say she want a real street nigga, who for sure gon' keep it G
Know you ain't really been hurt 'less you felt what's inside of me
Walked by the store in my black Forces, cargo pants, and all-white tee
The fact I got it out the mud might be the reason I sip lean
Think 'bout the chances that I took, it could've sent me to the pen
I thought 'bout [Scooter?] on this hook, this off the head, I ain't need no pen
I taught the topic of the book, stay out the way, run up some bands
Reason my pockets super full, count your finesse, finesse, finеsse
Finesse, finеsse, finesse by our finesser
Nobody sicker, they ever play, they gon' get put up on that stretcher
We catch an opp, we up the score, that glizzy sound like a Beretta
That ain't no cap, my life a movie, bitch, and I ain't got no director
Post in the trap, got Glocks, got Uzis, got anything that's bound to [?]
I always tote that 30-30, bitch, you know I f*ck with FNs
Finesse, finesse, count captain jugg, bitch, I learned that from Young Jefe
Lil' lil' one, he the biggest flexer, Quando, hold on, what you doing?
She say she want a real street nigga who for sure gon' keep it G
Know you ain't really been hurt 'less you felt what's inside of me
Walked by the store in my black Forces, cargo pants, and all-white tee
The fact I got it out the mud might be the reason I sip lean
Think 'bout the chances that I took, it could've sent me to the pen
I thought 'bout [Scotter?] on this hook, this off the head, I ain't need no pen
I taught the topic of the book, stay out the way, run up some bands
Reason my pockets super full, count your finesse, finesse, finesse
(Danny, I see you)
She say she want a real street nigga, who for sure gon' keep it G
Know you ain't really been hurt 'less you felt what's inside of me
Walked by the store in my black Forces, cargo pants, and all-white tee
The fact I got it out the mud might be the reason I sip lean
Think 'bout the chances that I took, it could've sent me to the pen
I thought 'bout [Scooter?] on this hook, this off the head, I ain't need no pen
I taught the topic of the book, stay out the way, run up some bands
Reason my pockets super full, count your finesse, finesse, finеsse
Finesse, finеsse, finesse by our finesser
Nobody sicker, they ever play, they gon' get put up on that stretcher
We catch an opp, we up the score, that glizzy sound like a Beretta
That ain't no cap, my life a movie, bitch, and I ain't got no director
Post in the trap, got Glocks, got Uzis, got anything that's bound to [?]
I always tote that 30-30, bitch, you know I f*ck with FNs
Finesse, finesse, count captain jugg, bitch, I learned that from Young Jefe
Lil' lil' one, he the biggest flexer, Quando, hold on, what you doing?
She say she want a real street nigga who for sure gon' keep it G
Know you ain't really been hurt 'less you felt what's inside of me
Walked by the store in my black Forces, cargo pants, and all-white tee
The fact I got it out the mud might be the reason I sip lean
Think 'bout the chances that I took, it could've sent me to the pen
I thought 'bout [Scotter?] on this hook, this off the head, I ain't need no pen
I taught the topic of the book, stay out the way, run up some bands
Reason my pockets super full, count your finesse, finesse, finesse
