CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Branzino
MTM, hit 'em with the heat
Woke up in the mornin' feelin' sick, I need a pill to pop (Pop-pop, pop)
We the type to pull up with them sticks, AKs and Gen5 Glocks (Five, Glocks)
I was feelin' fiendish, might just kill him for that pint of Wock (Oh no, no)
Know I'm gon' sip it, don't need flip it, I got hella stocks (Pop out, sip!)
I got hella bands, homie strapped like Taliban
I was out in France smokin' 80's, eating branzino (Oh no, no)
You know I ordered escargot
You want smoke with me, just know yo a** get got (Pop out, sip)
I heard his a** got shot (He did)
I see you on the pavement, ICU your next stop
Best friends with the doc' from all the scripts we was bustin' (Okay, he was)
So if you survive this surgery I'll have him pull yo plug and (Okay, he will)
Nowadays you can't trust nobody, not even yo cousin (Oh no, no)
And that b*t*h that you cuddlin' let the whole squad hit for nothin' (Oh woah, woah)
No such thing as lovin' playin' with these itty bitty b*t*hes
Fell in love with drank, but to the money I'm addicted
I'm a big fish, put him on my hit list
I'm 5150 so prolly should be committed
In this business, no such thing as friendship
They say can't choose family and all my brothers is wit' it
They all Bobo, kinda slow and loco (Okay, they is)
So it don't mean sh*t to put this .40 to yo dome, skull, blow (Blow)
His head off, off with his head like Saddam (Pop-pop, pop)
Killin' bad, but it just feel so right so how can it be wrong? (Big Juice tha Sip!)
Woke up in the mornin' feelin' sick, I need a pill to pop (Pop-pop, pop)
We the type to pull up with them sticks, AKs and Gen5 Glocks (Five, Glocks)
I was feelin' fiendish, might just kill him for that pint of Wock (Oh no, no)
Know I'm gon' sip it, don't need flip it, I got hella stocks (Pop out, sip!)
I got hella bands, homie strapped like Taliban
I was out in France smokin' 80's, eating branzino (Oh no, no)
You know I ordered escargot
You want smoke with me, just know yo a** get got (Pop out, sip)
Woke up in the mornin' feelin' sick, I need a pill to pop (Pop-pop, pop)
We the type to pull up with them sticks, AKs and Gen5 Glocks (Five, Glocks)
I was feelin' fiendish, might just kill him for that pint of Wock (Oh no, no)
Know I'm gon' sip it, don't need flip it, I got hella stocks (Pop out, sip!)
I got hella bands, homie strapped like Taliban
I was out in France smokin' 80's, eating branzino (Oh no, no)
You know I ordered escargot
You want smoke with me, just know yo a** get got (Pop out, sip)
I heard his a** got shot (He did)
I see you on the pavement, ICU your next stop
Best friends with the doc' from all the scripts we was bustin' (Okay, he was)
So if you survive this surgery I'll have him pull yo plug and (Okay, he will)
Nowadays you can't trust nobody, not even yo cousin (Oh no, no)
And that b*t*h that you cuddlin' let the whole squad hit for nothin' (Oh woah, woah)
No such thing as lovin' playin' with these itty bitty b*t*hes
Fell in love with drank, but to the money I'm addicted
I'm a big fish, put him on my hit list
I'm 5150 so prolly should be committed
In this business, no such thing as friendship
They say can't choose family and all my brothers is wit' it
They all Bobo, kinda slow and loco (Okay, they is)
So it don't mean sh*t to put this .40 to yo dome, skull, blow (Blow)
His head off, off with his head like Saddam (Pop-pop, pop)
Killin' bad, but it just feel so right so how can it be wrong? (Big Juice tha Sip!)
Woke up in the mornin' feelin' sick, I need a pill to pop (Pop-pop, pop)
We the type to pull up with them sticks, AKs and Gen5 Glocks (Five, Glocks)
I was feelin' fiendish, might just kill him for that pint of Wock (Oh no, no)
Know I'm gon' sip it, don't need flip it, I got hella stocks (Pop out, sip!)
I got hella bands, homie strapped like Taliban
I was out in France smokin' 80's, eating branzino (Oh no, no)
You know I ordered escargot
You want smoke with me, just know yo a** get got (Pop out, sip)
