CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : On Go
Lyrics from Snippets
Do things with a n***a
I drop a band on my n***as
She wanna hang with a n***a
They got the gang on the phone
They got the gang on the phone
And the gang always on go
Shawty a baddie (Shawty a baddie)
So tell her, "Come dance on me like that"
I'm tryna take her home and bring her back
I'm in the spot, I'm blowin' all the racks
But you know I spend it, get it right, huh
You know I spend it, get it right back
Call up the don, get a n***a boom
And so I be Pop, we gon' shake the room
I keep a heater, heater, n***a boom
So I be wild, we gon' shake the room
... I'm gon' get it litty
They love when this motorcycle in the city
I got the clips for the AMG
Don't tell me slow down, knowin' I'ma speed
Don't tell me slow down, knowin' this a race
You ballin', these hoes always just a waste
Tell 'em, "f**k the opps," and hit a few
Stackin' money like a jeweler now
With these n***as eatin' now
But they say you don't want no beef
Ayy, Glock chillin' in my draws
I'm hopin' they bust me and don't feel the Lord
Steady screamin', "Free my dawgs," like a leash [?]
Look, n***as know we cause damage
Bring them chops out (Bring them chops out)
Go clear the block out
Louis with me, no designer
Like Aladdin with 'em, we don't mean no karma (Karma)
b*t*hes love me like...
His brains drop on the floor, that n***a shoot like a pro
Hit up my jeweler, new chain, cop 'em, on froze
Projects be gettin' too close
We some hitters that shine like you crooked
You run up, .30 clappin', we cookin'
Hit his top 'til he's lyin' on the court...
Do things with a n***a
I drop a band on my n***as
She wanna hang with a n***a
They got the gang on the phone
They got the gang on the phone
And the gang always on go
Shawty a baddie (Shawty a baddie)
So tell her, "Come dance on me like that"
I'm tryna take her home and bring her back
I'm in the spot, I'm blowin' all the racks
But you know I spend it, get it right, huh
You know I spend it, get it right back
Call up the don, get a n***a boom
And so I be Pop, we gon' shake the room
I keep a heater, heater, n***a boom
So I be wild, we gon' shake the room
... I'm gon' get it litty
They love when this motorcycle in the city
I got the clips for the AMG
Don't tell me slow down, knowin' I'ma speed
Don't tell me slow down, knowin' this a race
You ballin', these hoes always just a waste
Tell 'em, "f**k the opps," and hit a few
Stackin' money like a jeweler now
With these n***as eatin' now
But they say you don't want no beef
Ayy, Glock chillin' in my draws
I'm hopin' they bust me and don't feel the Lord
Steady screamin', "Free my dawgs," like a leash [?]
Look, n***as know we cause damage
Bring them chops out (Bring them chops out)
Go clear the block out
Louis with me, no designer
Like Aladdin with 'em, we don't mean no karma (Karma)
b*t*hes love me like...
His brains drop on the floor, that n***a shoot like a pro
Hit up my jeweler, new chain, cop 'em, on froze
Projects be gettin' too close
We some hitters that shine like you crooked
You run up, .30 clappin', we cookin'
Hit his top 'til he's lyin' on the court...
