CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : kel tec
Yeah, hey, he—
I can't do the hey's on this today, f**k it
Uh, I get lots of dough, ooh
That b*t*h wanna f**k, I told her, "No, get out my home," uh
Pick up the pace, uh, that lil' n***a too slow
Bands too big, won't fold, that's some sh*t I know
Yeah, you know I'm from the fall
Get the bands then I go
Sippin' lean, movin' slow, but you already know, uh
Pick up the pace, uh, that lil' n***a too slow
Bands too big, won't fold, that's some sh*t I know
I see a bad b*t*h, I'm on it
I don't sip OJ 'cause it's lean in the mornin'
Scored a touchdown on a pint, lil' b*t*h, I'm scorin'
I just popped a Vicodin, and b*t*h I'm soarin'
Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh
Can you smell that?
Smokin' on gas, can you smell that?
Just walked in with a Kel-Tec
No C-O-D, got a Semtex, uh
Movin' the P's and the G's out the court
He talkin' sh*t, send his ass to the Lord
V's in the VVS on me likе Sport
House in the Hills with the kеys to the Porsche
I spin the crack, I feel like I'm Bobby
Your money short like an elf, Dobby
Your b*t*h, she love my features, body
Lil' n***a run up on me, homi'
Uh, I get lots of dough, ooh
That b*t*h wanna f**k, I told her, "No, get out my home," uh
Pick up the pace, uh, that lil' n***a too slow
Bands too big, won't fold, that's some sh*t I know
Yeah, you know I'm from the fall
Get the bands then I go
Sippin' lean, movin' slow, but you already know, uh
Pick up the pace, uh, that lil' n***a too slow
Bands too big, won't fold, that's some sh*t I know
I can't do the hey's on this today, f**k it
Uh, I get lots of dough, ooh
That b*t*h wanna f**k, I told her, "No, get out my home," uh
Pick up the pace, uh, that lil' n***a too slow
Bands too big, won't fold, that's some sh*t I know
Yeah, you know I'm from the fall
Get the bands then I go
Sippin' lean, movin' slow, but you already know, uh
Pick up the pace, uh, that lil' n***a too slow
Bands too big, won't fold, that's some sh*t I know
I see a bad b*t*h, I'm on it
I don't sip OJ 'cause it's lean in the mornin'
Scored a touchdown on a pint, lil' b*t*h, I'm scorin'
I just popped a Vicodin, and b*t*h I'm soarin'
Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh
Can you smell that?
Smokin' on gas, can you smell that?
Just walked in with a Kel-Tec
No C-O-D, got a Semtex, uh
Movin' the P's and the G's out the court
He talkin' sh*t, send his ass to the Lord
V's in the VVS on me likе Sport
House in the Hills with the kеys to the Porsche
I spin the crack, I feel like I'm Bobby
Your money short like an elf, Dobby
Your b*t*h, she love my features, body
Lil' n***a run up on me, homi'
Uh, I get lots of dough, ooh
That b*t*h wanna f**k, I told her, "No, get out my home," uh
Pick up the pace, uh, that lil' n***a too slow
Bands too big, won't fold, that's some sh*t I know
Yeah, you know I'm from the fall
Get the bands then I go
Sippin' lean, movin' slow, but you already know, uh
Pick up the pace, uh, that lil' n***a too slow
Bands too big, won't fold, that's some sh*t I know
