CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Flick It Up (Remix)
Ugh, cocaine flow, Albert Pujols
Like b*t*h, I park, no kidding
New diamonds gon' dance like Diddy
Sh*t gon' hang in the club like Fiddy
How you say REASON got no love?
Brought about a thousand out of my city
Brought the n***a Soul out the cave, say, "Ahh"
All while I'm drunk, n***a, faded off Henny
Million in a month, say less no problem, ugh
Money gon' stack like mileage, ugh
New sh*t slap like violence, ugh
N***as don't really want smoke
Whole life gon' change, n***a, price gon' raise
N***a roll seven like dice don't shake
Changed a couple lives on the way, n***a
Bas on the way, look, I might—I might—
Take Top Dawg and hold the sh*t intact
Ho n***a talk slick, don't mention that
Might hit your ho to get you back
She become my b*t*h, expose the rat
Missed a couple steps but ain't stumbled yet
How a n***a keep focus so intact?
I just might slap a couple blogs
Say REAS' ain't next, who told you that?
I just might shoot my shot at Doja Cat
(Yes, yes, sit on my face)
Look, eat that sh*t like leftovers
Her sh*t poke out like breath soaking
Rookie in the game with a vet focus
My sh*t gon' hit like Steph open
My sh*t don't miss, my sh*t don't miss
Whole gang on this
N***a ain't never dropped ball, I...
Pick it up
I done worked hard, ain't did enough (Yeah)
Got a new b*t*h, ain't thick enough (Yeah)
New-new whip, gotta flick it up (On God)
Flick it up, flick it up
N***a flow sick, ain't sick enough (Yo)
Got a new b*t*h, ain't thick enough
Tell her, "Drop down, then pick it up"
Pick it up, pick it up
Ugh, oh sh*t, what a remix
A climax, good sh*t with a prefix
Bite style, n***as need some to leech with
Bite down all over the cement
Never needing a real reason
To take they heart while breathing
Digging deep in the hellhole while the devil's sleeping
Now, you gotta shake up the pot
Too much to hold, but I really wanna wake up the block
Never could’ve made up the plot
I got soul, and that sh*t blows
You wanna step? Better know your role
When I get a hold and I do 'em bold, and
I been doing this for a while now
But got skill that would last me a lifetime
Call on God if I press on the lifeline
June
Sh—Sh—Shot gon' fly, it's like a shootout
I'm a dog in the flesh with a squad full of vets
But the shells get chest like a luau
Try to cop me a Benz and a new house
'Cause a n***a finna blow like TNT
Bodies gon' build like a GNC
I done gave more Ls than the DMV, real sh*t
No cap, no reason to lie
Feast on the weak, let 'em leak in the ride
Went beast on the beat, they would sleep on the guy
Now, a n***a on a feature with Reason and Bas
That could make a priest turn evil inside
That could make a demon believe in a god
That could make a n***a like me turn famous
Junii and Jah got a piece of the prize
Pick it up, pick it up
Really you n***as is soft, you gotta be kidding me
You ain't no kin to me, we got no synergy
I know I'm sinning, but hear me out
Maybe this who I was meant to be
Oh yeah, Queens where it's at
Got the fiends on my back
And the pack came from Sac and I ran through the West
I got fans in the 'jects to the beach
Bay Area and back to the east
My n***as never lack in the street
Ran up in the spot, twenty deep
I'm good on the walk-in, wherever I walk in
It's not for the talk
Better use caution before you start barkin'
They line them in chalk
Christopher Walken or Christopher Wallace
The king of New York, whipping a foreign off-tilt
They talk sh*t, that n***a's a cork
I am the head of the court
This is godbody, you are the devil endorphin
She got a head full of snort
That is a habit I cannot support
I will not miss her, I had to abort
Handle my business, I had to ensure
That the work that I put in is strongly enforced, n***a
So I...
Pick it up
I done worked hard, ain't did enough
Got a new b*t*h, ain't thick enough
New whip, gotta flick it up
Flick it up, flick it up
N***a flow sick, ain't sick enough
Got a new b*t*h, ain't thick enough
Tell her, "Drop down, then pick it up"
Pick it up, pick it up
Like b*t*h, I park, no kidding
New diamonds gon' dance like Diddy
Sh*t gon' hang in the club like Fiddy
How you say REASON got no love?
Brought about a thousand out of my city
Brought the n***a Soul out the cave, say, "Ahh"
All while I'm drunk, n***a, faded off Henny
Million in a month, say less no problem, ugh
Money gon' stack like mileage, ugh
New sh*t slap like violence, ugh
N***as don't really want smoke
Whole life gon' change, n***a, price gon' raise
N***a roll seven like dice don't shake
Changed a couple lives on the way, n***a
Bas on the way, look, I might—I might—
Take Top Dawg and hold the sh*t intact
Ho n***a talk slick, don't mention that
Might hit your ho to get you back
She become my b*t*h, expose the rat
Missed a couple steps but ain't stumbled yet
How a n***a keep focus so intact?
I just might slap a couple blogs
Say REAS' ain't next, who told you that?
I just might shoot my shot at Doja Cat
(Yes, yes, sit on my face)
Look, eat that sh*t like leftovers
Her sh*t poke out like breath soaking
Rookie in the game with a vet focus
My sh*t gon' hit like Steph open
My sh*t don't miss, my sh*t don't miss
Whole gang on this
N***a ain't never dropped ball, I...
Pick it up
I done worked hard, ain't did enough (Yeah)
Got a new b*t*h, ain't thick enough (Yeah)
New-new whip, gotta flick it up (On God)
Flick it up, flick it up
N***a flow sick, ain't sick enough (Yo)
Got a new b*t*h, ain't thick enough
Tell her, "Drop down, then pick it up"
Pick it up, pick it up
Ugh, oh sh*t, what a remix
A climax, good sh*t with a prefix
Bite style, n***as need some to leech with
Bite down all over the cement
Never needing a real reason
To take they heart while breathing
Digging deep in the hellhole while the devil's sleeping
Now, you gotta shake up the pot
Too much to hold, but I really wanna wake up the block
Never could’ve made up the plot
I got soul, and that sh*t blows
You wanna step? Better know your role
When I get a hold and I do 'em bold, and
I been doing this for a while now
But got skill that would last me a lifetime
Call on God if I press on the lifeline
June
Sh—Sh—Shot gon' fly, it's like a shootout
I'm a dog in the flesh with a squad full of vets
But the shells get chest like a luau
Try to cop me a Benz and a new house
'Cause a n***a finna blow like TNT
Bodies gon' build like a GNC
I done gave more Ls than the DMV, real sh*t
No cap, no reason to lie
Feast on the weak, let 'em leak in the ride
Went beast on the beat, they would sleep on the guy
Now, a n***a on a feature with Reason and Bas
That could make a priest turn evil inside
That could make a demon believe in a god
That could make a n***a like me turn famous
Junii and Jah got a piece of the prize
Pick it up, pick it up
Really you n***as is soft, you gotta be kidding me
You ain't no kin to me, we got no synergy
I know I'm sinning, but hear me out
Maybe this who I was meant to be
Oh yeah, Queens where it's at
Got the fiends on my back
And the pack came from Sac and I ran through the West
I got fans in the 'jects to the beach
Bay Area and back to the east
My n***as never lack in the street
Ran up in the spot, twenty deep
I'm good on the walk-in, wherever I walk in
It's not for the talk
Better use caution before you start barkin'
They line them in chalk
Christopher Walken or Christopher Wallace
The king of New York, whipping a foreign off-tilt
They talk sh*t, that n***a's a cork
I am the head of the court
This is godbody, you are the devil endorphin
She got a head full of snort
That is a habit I cannot support
I will not miss her, I had to abort
Handle my business, I had to ensure
That the work that I put in is strongly enforced, n***a
So I...
Pick it up
I done worked hard, ain't did enough
Got a new b*t*h, ain't thick enough
New whip, gotta flick it up
Flick it up, flick it up
N***a flow sick, ain't sick enough
Got a new b*t*h, ain't thick enough
Tell her, "Drop down, then pick it up"
Pick it up, pick it up
