CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Supreme
Yeah, n***a
Every day, you remind me of a b*t*h, n***a
Time, time to cool off
Kony, look
Ayy, sometimes, I just wanna argue with myself
Like why you got so many phones? It's like you talkin' to yourself
I'm thinkin' I got so much guala, I could buy somebody else
All this water on my neck, I swear to God I'm Michael Phelps
You can't beat it, pour your rent inside this two liter
Won't drink it, I'm just tryna prove a point like who need it?
And n***a, where your gun? I could've sworn that we was beefin'
You shot him in his head, I'm thinkin', "Oh, this n***a preachin'"
Fullies for a bully, man, I feel like Jimmy Hopkins
I'm a shooter, I be showin' out in case somebody watchin'
She got stupid combination, other words shе give me top
And I got four, five, six killеrs waitin' in the lobby
If a n***a try to try me, DeJ Loaf, he probably dead
I'm for Cherry Clan, so when I close my eyes, I'm seein' red
I was aimin' for his chest, I think I hit him in his head
Like an unprepared student, he keep askin' me for lead
Pull up on your spot and turn you stupid, no thizzle
Like I keep change, I bounce out with four-nickels
If you left the set, look at this, I don't miss you
We got magazines case you n***as want an issue
I'm in all black, damn, my n***a on Jimmy Kimmel
They never met a problem they can't solve, it's not a riddle
Don't pass that boy the ball unless you teach him how to dribble
That n***a DOA, so he won't make it to the 'spital
'Fore a n***a send me beats, I'm finna slang this instrumental
When it's fonk, we tryna eat, we finna pop you like some kettle
Baby Kony, he the only reason I ain't in the ghetto
Don't be lyin' to me, b*t*h, I know you woofin' like Geppetto
Oh, you gives it for your set? You must ain't heard, we strip soldiers
At your baby mamas' gettin' massages with lotion
This beanie from Supreme, ironic 'cause my clique coldest
Big Folgers, if that pistol go brrat, that's me blowin'
We got weed by the P, heard they sent you n***as C's
And it's cameras, so we sit around the corner 'til you leave
You ain't never cook nobody, n***a, you ain't finna eat
You had a chance to win the game, but then you blew it, Danny Green
Tell the n***a say sorry and won't leave him alone
He ain't never shot nobody, said he need me to show him
We gon' give him twenty shots and we gon' leave you to hold him
I got thirty thousand on me, you should see my opponent, huh?
Yeah
Yeah, n***a
Every day, you remind me of a b*t*h, n***a
Time, time to cool off
Kony, look
Ayy, sometimes, I just wanna argue with myself
Like why you got so many phones? It's like you talkin' to yourself
I'm thinkin' I got so much guala, I could buy somebody else
All this water on my neck, I swear to God I'm Michael Phelps
You can't beat it, pour your rent inside this two liter
Won't drink it, I'm just tryna prove a point like who need it?
And n***a, where your gun? I could've sworn that we was beefin'
You shot him in his head, I'm thinkin', "Oh, this n***a preachin'"
Fullies for a bully, man, I feel like Jimmy Hopkins
I'm a shooter, I be showin' out in case somebody watchin'
She got stupid combination, other words shе give me top
And I got four, five, six killеrs waitin' in the lobby
If a n***a try to try me, DeJ Loaf, he probably dead
I'm for Cherry Clan, so when I close my eyes, I'm seein' red
I was aimin' for his chest, I think I hit him in his head
Like an unprepared student, he keep askin' me for lead
Pull up on your spot and turn you stupid, no thizzle
Like I keep change, I bounce out with four-nickels
If you left the set, look at this, I don't miss you
We got magazines case you n***as want an issue
I'm in all black, damn, my n***a on Jimmy Kimmel
They never met a problem they can't solve, it's not a riddle
Don't pass that boy the ball unless you teach him how to dribble
That n***a DOA, so he won't make it to the 'spital
'Fore a n***a send me beats, I'm finna slang this instrumental
When it's fonk, we tryna eat, we finna pop you like some kettle
Baby Kony, he the only reason I ain't in the ghetto
Don't be lyin' to me, b*t*h, I know you woofin' like Geppetto
Oh, you gives it for your set? You must ain't heard, we strip soldiers
At your baby mamas' gettin' massages with lotion
This beanie from Supreme, ironic 'cause my clique coldest
Big Folgers, if that pistol go brrat, that's me blowin'
We got weed by the P, heard they sent you n***as C's
And it's cameras, so we sit around the corner 'til you leave
You ain't never cook nobody, n***a, you ain't finna eat
You had a chance to win the game, but then you blew it, Danny Green
Tell the n***a say sorry and won't leave him alone
He ain't never shot nobody, said he need me to show him
We gon' give him twenty shots and we gon' leave you to hold him
I got thirty thousand on me, you should see my opponent, huh?
Yeah
Yeah, n***a
