CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : One of One

(Aha, I miss you, Bryce)
Yeah, smoking on your dead man
(Y2, is that you?)

Skrrt-skrrt, we don't drive, no, we don't give a f**k
I got my pistol out, I know she ready to f**k
I get a whole lot of bills, she pop a whole lot of pills
She know that them drugs kill and I know how you feel
I'm learning how to love, all I know is good luck
We don't do no one on one, that lil' boy a buster
I told her to suck some, chicken chicken, we gon' pluck, uh
We gon' slide and dump some, put him in a rush, uh

Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, yeah, smoking on your dead man
These n***as so fed, man, they not gettin' bread, man
That lil' b*t*h a peasant
I don’t like spaghetti
I'm outside like a FedEx, that lil' boy ain't ready to die
So many nights I cried
I'm tired of movin' sad
I'm bleedin' with my guys
We pull up, they surprised
Lil' boy, yeah, we be outside
She like, "What's that on your fit?"
Told that b*t*h it's Number Nine
He not spider, he not my kind
Is you proud of what I become?
Don't you doubt it, we one of one
She got mileage, that b*t*h a dub
Think I'm f**king, b*t*h, are you dumb?
b*t*h, I got a whole lot of slugs
And I got a whole lot of sons
Pick a side, n***a, be one
Hold my fire, can't go for none