CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Trick
I'm a cut above the movers and the shakers
I be breaking them pockets, [?] all the real money makers
You a lil n***a, you be [?] for sh*t
N***a I'm boss statis, baby, this ain't regular sh*t
I ain't never in my life beg for sh*t
I [?] then I pa** it to the clique
in my city I'm the sh*t
Just touched back from Cali, now I'm charging for this d**k
And I'm charging for this clit, n***a, run me my hundreds
But you's a broke boy, I'm way out your budget
Imma keep you around, even though I'm out your league
Cause your chump change [?] paying for my [?]
Jizzle P, that's my name, you know I keep a check
But I ain't spending sh*t on you, you gon still throw it back
pulling out her tracks
Kick her to the curbe for talking crazy out her neck
B*t*h I ain't bout to trick on you
I ain't bout to spend a cent on you
hoes in the [?], while I sit back watching
They bring that chicken back, like they went grocery shopping
Na n***a, you [?] you ain't know sh*t
And everytime you get this pu**y, you be on [?]
If I decide to show my a**, b*t*h, you gon lick
And since you talking big crazy, suck your own d**k
you always say the silliest sh*t
You got some nerve, asking e to give you a slip
You was on fire [?] stand by you [?]
N***a behind [?] what? I ain't behind on sh*t
And all them hoes that you f**king, probably burning the d**k
Talking heavy, knowing damb well you c*m too quick
Eat my a** lil n***a, you ain't good for sh*t
these hoes, get to talking all roudy
cloudy
Me, I count a check, and my jewler just drown me
Gold presidential 41, that's [?]
B*t*h, you got some nerve, out here f**king with the [?]
Talking to me crazy, wearing that fake a** belt
Disrespecting me, that's what get a b*t*h [?]
Pimp smacking [?] b*t*hes on the shelf
And I love when n***as flex, I'm that b*t*h with the bands
Brag about a Rollie, that belong to your mans
I dare a pu**y n***a, raise his motherf**king hands
I'll c*ck this b*t*h back, and leave a n***a where he stand
Ride his face while he laying, [?] b*t*h you [?]
On any given day, I throw this a**, you would've caught it
lick it on my cycle, you acting like you didn't like it
B*t*h, your tongue was my tampon, n***a, blow me if I'm lying
B*t*h, you know better than that
I make you tap out, like a wrestling match
Call animal control, I be abusing the cat
B*t*h, you [?] better than that
I have that b*t*h [?] for me
You couldn't even f**k her off Hennisy
Heard my old hoes was sneak dissing me
If you ain't tryna f**k, don't say sh*t to me
I'll take [?] from no n***a
I'm just a better version of a gold digger
He gon rub my fetet, he gon take me out to eat
He gon [?] but I still ain't gon speak
N***a sweet, every day of the week, I'm on fleek
Every day of the week, I'm on fleek
Pull up on my other n***a, and wake him out his sleep
He know I'm a cheater, but he still ain't gon creep
I be breaking them pockets, [?] all the real money makers
You a lil n***a, you be [?] for sh*t
N***a I'm boss statis, baby, this ain't regular sh*t
I ain't never in my life beg for sh*t
I [?] then I pa** it to the clique
in my city I'm the sh*t
Just touched back from Cali, now I'm charging for this d**k
And I'm charging for this clit, n***a, run me my hundreds
But you's a broke boy, I'm way out your budget
Imma keep you around, even though I'm out your league
Cause your chump change [?] paying for my [?]
Jizzle P, that's my name, you know I keep a check
But I ain't spending sh*t on you, you gon still throw it back
pulling out her tracks
Kick her to the curbe for talking crazy out her neck
B*t*h I ain't bout to trick on you
I ain't bout to spend a cent on you
hoes in the [?], while I sit back watching
They bring that chicken back, like they went grocery shopping
Na n***a, you [?] you ain't know sh*t
And everytime you get this pu**y, you be on [?]
If I decide to show my a**, b*t*h, you gon lick
And since you talking big crazy, suck your own d**k
you always say the silliest sh*t
You got some nerve, asking e to give you a slip
You was on fire [?] stand by you [?]
N***a behind [?] what? I ain't behind on sh*t
And all them hoes that you f**king, probably burning the d**k
Talking heavy, knowing damb well you c*m too quick
Eat my a** lil n***a, you ain't good for sh*t
these hoes, get to talking all roudy
cloudy
Me, I count a check, and my jewler just drown me
Gold presidential 41, that's [?]
B*t*h, you got some nerve, out here f**king with the [?]
Talking to me crazy, wearing that fake a** belt
Disrespecting me, that's what get a b*t*h [?]
Pimp smacking [?] b*t*hes on the shelf
And I love when n***as flex, I'm that b*t*h with the bands
Brag about a Rollie, that belong to your mans
I dare a pu**y n***a, raise his motherf**king hands
I'll c*ck this b*t*h back, and leave a n***a where he stand
Ride his face while he laying, [?] b*t*h you [?]
On any given day, I throw this a**, you would've caught it
lick it on my cycle, you acting like you didn't like it
B*t*h, your tongue was my tampon, n***a, blow me if I'm lying
B*t*h, you know better than that
I make you tap out, like a wrestling match
Call animal control, I be abusing the cat
B*t*h, you [?] better than that
I have that b*t*h [?] for me
You couldn't even f**k her off Hennisy
Heard my old hoes was sneak dissing me
If you ain't tryna f**k, don't say sh*t to me
I'll take [?] from no n***a
I'm just a better version of a gold digger
He gon rub my fetet, he gon take me out to eat
He gon [?] but I still ain't gon speak
N***a sweet, every day of the week, I'm on fleek
Every day of the week, I'm on fleek
Pull up on my other n***a, and wake him out his sleep
He know I'm a cheater, but he still ain't gon creep
