CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : PERSONAL
I got the juice, I hear 'em work
I got the juice, I hear 'em work
I got the juice, I hear 'em work (Aye Collins, what it do?)
You know I don't need a Birkin
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Yeah)
Hey, hey, hey (I got that drip from dubai)
Why you be cappin'? Yeah, I know you in person
Yeah, that sh*t is for certain
I got my b*t*h and I'm buyin' her purses
If you run up on the gang, we gon' merk 'em
Eating hibachi, you eating on Church's
Shoot at you, and not your kid
Yeah, I take that sh*t personal, yeah
Yeah, she eat up the d**k, that lil' b*t*h just like Kirby
I'll remember when these b*t*hes had curved me
No-Now these b*t*hes wanna come out the curtains
Diamonds on my wrist, they balling like Ersan
Tellin' 'em up [?] you know I'm first, uh
Feds in the neighborhood, put the work up
Uh, pushing your wave [?] inside, you know I listen to Rod
I know that she do not f**k with you guys, 'cause you do not have a high stock
We got them yoppas, them choppas, them fye, you run on the gang, we hitting your tires
Try to compete with the n***a, you run up on me, swear to God that sh*t is a flop
You know I'm out of my mind, take medication so I can feel fine
How you be cappin'? Yeah, I know you in person
Yeah, that sh*t is for certain
I got my b*t*h and I'm buying her purses
If you run up on the gang, we gon' merk 'em
Eating hibachi, you eating on Church
Shoot at you, and not your kid
Yeah, I take that sh*t personal
Yeah, I take that sh*t personal
I got the racks on me
She gon' post me on her Snap 'cause she see me on TV
Tell her mama, "Look at that boy, he tried to get with me"
Yeah, regret is what she feels, so now she hitting me, hitting me
You know I travel the globe, globe, globe
I just be rocking out shows, shows, shows
Cannot leave without the pole, pole, pole
All of my n***as won't fold, fold, fold
How you be cappin'? Yeah, I know you in person
Yeah, that sh*t is for certain
I got my b*t*h and I'm buying her purses
If you run up on the gang, we gon' merk 'em
Eating hibachi, you eating on Church
Shoot at you, and not your kid
Yeah, I take that sh*t personal
I got the juice, I hear 'em work
I got the juice, I hear 'em work (Aye Collins, what it do?)
You know I don't need a Birkin
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Yeah)
Hey, hey, hey (I got that drip from dubai)
Why you be cappin'? Yeah, I know you in person
Yeah, that sh*t is for certain
I got my b*t*h and I'm buyin' her purses
If you run up on the gang, we gon' merk 'em
Eating hibachi, you eating on Church's
Shoot at you, and not your kid
Yeah, I take that sh*t personal, yeah
Yeah, she eat up the d**k, that lil' b*t*h just like Kirby
I'll remember when these b*t*hes had curved me
No-Now these b*t*hes wanna come out the curtains
Diamonds on my wrist, they balling like Ersan
Tellin' 'em up [?] you know I'm first, uh
Feds in the neighborhood, put the work up
Uh, pushing your wave [?] inside, you know I listen to Rod
I know that she do not f**k with you guys, 'cause you do not have a high stock
We got them yoppas, them choppas, them fye, you run on the gang, we hitting your tires
Try to compete with the n***a, you run up on me, swear to God that sh*t is a flop
You know I'm out of my mind, take medication so I can feel fine
How you be cappin'? Yeah, I know you in person
Yeah, that sh*t is for certain
I got my b*t*h and I'm buying her purses
If you run up on the gang, we gon' merk 'em
Eating hibachi, you eating on Church
Shoot at you, and not your kid
Yeah, I take that sh*t personal
Yeah, I take that sh*t personal
I got the racks on me
She gon' post me on her Snap 'cause she see me on TV
Tell her mama, "Look at that boy, he tried to get with me"
Yeah, regret is what she feels, so now she hitting me, hitting me
You know I travel the globe, globe, globe
I just be rocking out shows, shows, shows
Cannot leave without the pole, pole, pole
All of my n***as won't fold, fold, fold
How you be cappin'? Yeah, I know you in person
Yeah, that sh*t is for certain
I got my b*t*h and I'm buying her purses
If you run up on the gang, we gon' merk 'em
Eating hibachi, you eating on Church
Shoot at you, and not your kid
Yeah, I take that sh*t personal
