CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : 310 Interlude

I'm from the 310
From the 310
Young n***a from the 310
B*t*h n***a, from the 310

I been workin' hard, I been tryin' to make a milli quick
Focused on my drive, tryin' to sell it like a dealership
Fake n***as wait 'till you make it to tell you you killin' sh*t
So if you ain't met my moms, f**k Rob, call me REASON, b*t*h
All y'all n***as been strangers
I don't know you from a hole in the wall
Don't come around talkin' 'bout I got bangers
Then claim I ain't wrote 'em all
Same day one n***as, they know my squad
I bet your b*t*h know us
All I know is prison in the winter, got the coldest bars
I'm a pimp n***a, don't believe in hoes p*ssed off
Show up with three hoes like a bowlin' ball
These hoes don't even know my songs
But they know I got a fat pipe, make a mack white
Put it down whenever hoes involved
Crack lines, these are zonin' bars
N***as claimin' that I owe them bars
B*t*h please, I been grindin' tryin' to make my wrist freeze
I'm gettin' money, yeah hoe, swiss cheese
Wait, are you listening?
Money is cheese, you add hoes and it's swiss cheese
Confident, c*cky n***a standin' only at six feet
But the flow long, so tall it could clip wing, sheesh
I swear I'm the coldest n***a and wise like the oldest n***a
Just heatin' up, I'm a solar n***a
Comin' up from the gutter, I'm the boldest n***a, get it?
Of course they don't
From the 310
Young n***a from the 310
Del Amo n***a from the 310
Young n***a from the 310
Young n***a from the 310
Tape in October, comin' from the 310
REASON, n***a