CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Short King (Throwaway)
I can't stand myself
Rhymes so dope that I stan myself
My footwork got Tarantino hitting my phone
Wild wolf, bite every hand I'm dealt
Better grab that belt, and you better grab that helmet
Imma go where I wanna go, man I'm selfish
Real sh*t
Always gone as fast as a [?]
Pelvis thrust through the [?], speakin elvish
That's Rav
I hit it, the pack still
Short king
Y'all couldn't stand out if your hat stills
That's real
True story
Poppin advil
Cause the truth do hurt
Truth is you lack skill
Why?
Y'all playin, man I can't explain
Cut me off, y'all still feel me like phantom pain
Get a grip, get a fancy chain
Maybe candy [?] and whip to amass some praise
Still won't ascertain my orangutan flows
Pass me the mic and anything goes
My circle got the best angles
Feel haters' hands all around my ankles
Stick my d**k in the butt of the hole
Got the whole Rav 'gang [?] (This/p*ss?) in the blunt
When you got brain why you listen to (guck/gut?)
Class [?] p*ss in your cup
Hol up, hol up, hol up
Let me talk in here you motherf**kers
Poppin off I'm number one
In person why you suckers duckin
Mad cause it's been a couple years
But now the ugly duckling f**kin up the game
And I'm not finna f**kin stop for nothin
Uh, skull passion
f**k your drip, my (Way's/Wave) is so fashion, yuh
f**k what you been blasting, yo
I don't wanna play that sh*t, no
Y'all flows slow [?]
Y'all sh*t quick to f**k with this Rav sh*t, bruh
Your words mean jacksh*t, bro
All talk, no action, though
Rhymes so dope that I stan myself
My footwork got Tarantino hitting my phone
Wild wolf, bite every hand I'm dealt
Better grab that belt, and you better grab that helmet
Imma go where I wanna go, man I'm selfish
Real sh*t
Always gone as fast as a [?]
Pelvis thrust through the [?], speakin elvish
That's Rav
I hit it, the pack still
Short king
Y'all couldn't stand out if your hat stills
That's real
True story
Poppin advil
Cause the truth do hurt
Truth is you lack skill
Why?
Y'all playin, man I can't explain
Cut me off, y'all still feel me like phantom pain
Get a grip, get a fancy chain
Maybe candy [?] and whip to amass some praise
Still won't ascertain my orangutan flows
Pass me the mic and anything goes
My circle got the best angles
Feel haters' hands all around my ankles
Stick my d**k in the butt of the hole
Got the whole Rav 'gang [?] (This/p*ss?) in the blunt
When you got brain why you listen to (guck/gut?)
Class [?] p*ss in your cup
Hol up, hol up, hol up
Let me talk in here you motherf**kers
Poppin off I'm number one
In person why you suckers duckin
Mad cause it's been a couple years
But now the ugly duckling f**kin up the game
And I'm not finna f**kin stop for nothin
Uh, skull passion
f**k your drip, my (Way's/Wave) is so fashion, yuh
f**k what you been blasting, yo
I don't wanna play that sh*t, no
Y'all flows slow [?]
Y'all sh*t quick to f**k with this Rav sh*t, bruh
Your words mean jacksh*t, bro
All talk, no action, though
