CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Good Fellas

[Intro]
Yeah
(Don't play with him)
On gang
(Welcome to Clayton County Aka. Jurassic Park)
Fifty
Sito, sito, sito

[Chorus]
My niggas whacking shit like Good Fellas
My bitch having bricks just like Griselda
RSG, my niggas down for whatever
In the trenches and I'm toting the vector
Shooting at your scene just like a director
Heard these niggas they want pressure
Popped a nigga now his ass on the stretcher
Smoking Za up in the Backwood vanilla
Thirty on me I ain't toting nothing lesser
Mac 11 with a compressor, aye
Plug related and that shit from my mother
Fifty kilos that I got from Augusta
Robbed a nigga, he went out like a sucker
Snitching nigga man thеse folks under cover
Free my primo [?] know hе my blooder
Mafioso man this shit like no other

[Verse]
In a mansion but I came from the gutter
Serving niggas out in Tucker
My life a movie man this shit like Casino
I'm in the mafia, I'm tight with Gambino
I got a plug and he from [?]
A lot of bricks and I ain't talking poquito
Been up in the streets since I was [?]
Federales tryna' give me a Rico
Police hot as fuck, I gotta' move [?]
Got a shooter and he from Puerto Rico
Foreign bitch and she gon' fuck for a Visa
Cold [?] frio
My dad was trapping, catching plays off a beeper
My chopper dirty and it's spitting that [?]
In Columbia, I'm trapping like Pablo
Need my money and I need it [?]
Mafioso man this shit like Soprano's
In the kitchen and that hoe cocinado
Jefe Sito but they calling me blanco
Jefe Sito cause' I move like a capo
All my niggas they gon' get to the plata
I'm talking money, you ain't talking about nada
Foreign bitch and she look just like Rihanna
In the trenches trapping through the semana

[Chorus]
My niggas whacking shit like Good Fellas
My bitch having bricks just like Griselda
RSG, my niggas down for whatever
In the trenches and I'm toting the vector
Shooting at your scene just like a director
Heard these niggas they want pressure
Popped a nigga now his ass on the stretcher
Smoking Za up in the Backwood vanilla
Thirty on me I ain't toting nothing lesser
Mac 11 with a compressor, aye
Plug related and that shit from my mother
Fifty kilos that I got from Augusta
Robbed a nigga, he went out like a sucker
Snitching nigga man these folks under cover
Free my primo [?] know he my blooder
Mafioso man this shit like no other