CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : NO CHOICE

I didn’t have a choice
I had to stack up the coins
They finna hate on my voice
I wanna ride in a Royce, skrt
Yeah, now I’m eating the oyster
Lobsters and them oysters
Mobsters, gun in holsters

I didn’t have a choice
I had to stack up the coins
They finna hear my voice
I wanna ride in a Royce, skrt
Yeah, now I’m eating the oyster
Lobsters and them oysters
Mobsters, gun in holsters

I’m at Saks
You at Hollister
I took your girl, I ain’t calling her
I knew that you was imposter
Imaginary friends like Foster

I just got a bag so they say I’m selfish
When I rock new shoes , sh*t be velvet
Smoking on pack, man you can smell it
Pound cake and it came straight from London