CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Sour Kidd
Brrt
Ayy, ayy (Sour K on the beat)
Ayy, ayy, lil' Soldier on the beat (Come on)
Gang, gang, ayy, I caught him lackin’ with that heat
Ain't none of you n***as me, and I ain't none of you
All my n***as throwin’ threes, and we the sh*t, talk it too
N***a what the f**k you need? Who the f**k you talkin' to?
All these n***as out here green, 'til it's time to get the blues
She givin' brain like my teach', but she never tell the truth
I don't practice, I just preach, n***as know I got the juice
I just clap it, poppin' beans, droppin’ Xannies in my juice
We was snappin’ in these streets before we ever hit the booth, come on
Ain't no deuce-deuce, this a stick with a flute, come on
Ain’t no SuWoo, leave him bleedin', noodle soup
I just pulled up to my school, with my backpack and my tool
Man, lil' shawty dropped the woo, pu**y lookin' like a pool
Go to bustin’ out that MAC, I'll pull up on a fool
We was hustling dimebags before they thought that sh*t was cool
Mama would put it on my a**, cause I never followed rules, uh
Ain't no rap cat, don't get whacked tryna be cool, uh
I say, my gang, my way
Any place, Sour K bring the K
I don't throw shade, hit the club, make it rain
This ain't Burger King, you can't have it your way
I'm from Hell-ray, bring that pressure where you stay
Got a TEC, don't get blatt, by the motherf**kin' gang
I'm ask Triple X what you motherf**kin' slang
I done turned up to your ex, 'cause she tryna be my bae
Now she slidin' Cadillac with her f**kin' seat back
Uh, uh, this a foreign, put your f**kin' feet back
All these n***as out here boring, give my f**kin' beat back
I done pulled up on that boy, where the f**k his heat at?
Hit your street, I'm a demon, shawty tryna steal my semen
Where was you when I was creepin'? I'm too hot, might be a fever
N***as sweet, like Justin Bieber, baby eat, ain't you an eater?
It ain't right unless I beat her, f**k your stripes, this ain't Adidas
How I strike like Derek Jeter, crackers f**k you for Anita
Soldier slidin' like a beetle, bring that fire, just like FILA
Got a nine millimeter, bullets fly, Beanie Sigel, come on
Talkin' Desert Eagle, walk like God, but thinkin' evil
Bust a shot and we get equal
Bend your block, that's a sequel
'Cause we bendin' it and again, and again, and again
I had just told my mama I don't really need no friends
Promise God I'ma come up, he forgive me for my sins, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang
It's lil' Soldier on the beat, c'mon
It's lil' Soldier with that heat
(Down, brrt)
Ayy, ayy (Sour K on the beat)
Ayy, ayy, lil' Soldier on the beat (Come on)
Gang, gang, ayy, I caught him lackin’ with that heat
Ain't none of you n***as me, and I ain't none of you
All my n***as throwin’ threes, and we the sh*t, talk it too
N***a what the f**k you need? Who the f**k you talkin' to?
All these n***as out here green, 'til it's time to get the blues
She givin' brain like my teach', but she never tell the truth
I don't practice, I just preach, n***as know I got the juice
I just clap it, poppin' beans, droppin’ Xannies in my juice
We was snappin’ in these streets before we ever hit the booth, come on
Ain't no deuce-deuce, this a stick with a flute, come on
Ain’t no SuWoo, leave him bleedin', noodle soup
I just pulled up to my school, with my backpack and my tool
Man, lil' shawty dropped the woo, pu**y lookin' like a pool
Go to bustin’ out that MAC, I'll pull up on a fool
We was hustling dimebags before they thought that sh*t was cool
Mama would put it on my a**, cause I never followed rules, uh
Ain't no rap cat, don't get whacked tryna be cool, uh
I say, my gang, my way
Any place, Sour K bring the K
I don't throw shade, hit the club, make it rain
This ain't Burger King, you can't have it your way
I'm from Hell-ray, bring that pressure where you stay
Got a TEC, don't get blatt, by the motherf**kin' gang
I'm ask Triple X what you motherf**kin' slang
I done turned up to your ex, 'cause she tryna be my bae
Now she slidin' Cadillac with her f**kin' seat back
Uh, uh, this a foreign, put your f**kin' feet back
All these n***as out here boring, give my f**kin' beat back
I done pulled up on that boy, where the f**k his heat at?
Hit your street, I'm a demon, shawty tryna steal my semen
Where was you when I was creepin'? I'm too hot, might be a fever
N***as sweet, like Justin Bieber, baby eat, ain't you an eater?
It ain't right unless I beat her, f**k your stripes, this ain't Adidas
How I strike like Derek Jeter, crackers f**k you for Anita
Soldier slidin' like a beetle, bring that fire, just like FILA
Got a nine millimeter, bullets fly, Beanie Sigel, come on
Talkin' Desert Eagle, walk like God, but thinkin' evil
Bust a shot and we get equal
Bend your block, that's a sequel
'Cause we bendin' it and again, and again, and again
I had just told my mama I don't really need no friends
Promise God I'ma come up, he forgive me for my sins, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang
It's lil' Soldier on the beat, c'mon
It's lil' Soldier with that heat
(Down, brrt)
