CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : ZIPLOC
*intro* (Lil Secret) I just hit the stank, now I feeling like a janitor, laughing though the pain, little b*t*h you know I stack it up. I be making moves, I got all the pu**y, mad at us? (Yeah, I got all the pu**y, mad at us? )
(Yuh, Yuh Yuh, Aye)
*Hook* (Lil Secret) I just hit the stank, now I feeling like a janitor, laughing though the pain, little b*t*h you know I stack it up. I be making moves, I got all the pu**y, mad at us? (Yeah, I got all the pu**y, mad at us? )
*Chorus* b*t*h I ride shotgun, loading up the 12 Gage, talking sh*t about me, you 'gon end up on the front page
All your money junk change, b*t*h I'm counting big bucks. Smoking on the zip-goat, got it in a Ziploc. (Ziploc.)
*Refrain* Roll up with a blunt in my mouth, and I'm sipping on the that f**king dirty south. I am never fake but thank you for that clout, b*t*h I got it up to [?] by myself
(So what, I'm Dead)
(Sowhatimdead versе) You just made a match in hell, hell-raisеr, I'mma fool ya. Kicked out of the 10th grade, b*t*h I brought a knife, I'll school ya, I was on that nonsense (f**k sh*t, f**k it up), run up in your spot, vice versa, 'bout to bust it up! [?] toss a bomb, b*t*h I'll live thorough it. Crawl along, holocaust, when I grip it. Why you slipping, dead b*t*h, I'm finna disrespect. I am from a different realm, li'l hoe, I disconnect, clip, got machetes, these machetes that'll slit your neck, greed, make you bleed, then I flee, never split a check
*Chorus*(Lil Sercret) b*t*h I ride shotgun, loading up the 12 Gage, talking sh*t about me, you 'gon end up on the front page
All your money junk change, b*t*h I'm counting big bucks. Smoking on the zip-goat, got it in a Ziploc
(Yuh, Yuh Yuh, Aye)
*Hook* (Lil Secret) I just hit the stank, now I feeling like a janitor, laughing though the pain, little b*t*h you know I stack it up. I be making moves, I got all the pu**y, mad at us? (Yeah, I got all the pu**y, mad at us? )
*Chorus* b*t*h I ride shotgun, loading up the 12 Gage, talking sh*t about me, you 'gon end up on the front page
All your money junk change, b*t*h I'm counting big bucks. Smoking on the zip-goat, got it in a Ziploc. (Ziploc.)
*Refrain* Roll up with a blunt in my mouth, and I'm sipping on the that f**king dirty south. I am never fake but thank you for that clout, b*t*h I got it up to [?] by myself
(So what, I'm Dead)
(Sowhatimdead versе) You just made a match in hell, hell-raisеr, I'mma fool ya. Kicked out of the 10th grade, b*t*h I brought a knife, I'll school ya, I was on that nonsense (f**k sh*t, f**k it up), run up in your spot, vice versa, 'bout to bust it up! [?] toss a bomb, b*t*h I'll live thorough it. Crawl along, holocaust, when I grip it. Why you slipping, dead b*t*h, I'm finna disrespect. I am from a different realm, li'l hoe, I disconnect, clip, got machetes, these machetes that'll slit your neck, greed, make you bleed, then I flee, never split a check
*Chorus*(Lil Sercret) b*t*h I ride shotgun, loading up the 12 Gage, talking sh*t about me, you 'gon end up on the front page
All your money junk change, b*t*h I'm counting big bucks. Smoking on the zip-goat, got it in a Ziploc
