CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : everlasting
Underdogs
B*t*h, I'm the one, yeah, if you ask me
Got a couple bad hoes up in that backseat
We havin' money, this sh*t everlasting
That mean I got bread that gon' everlast me
I really do sh*t, so I ain't even rap it
I be countin' so much bread, I'ma hit Saks
She like, "Run it back," she like my sh*t blastin'
Put this b*t*h in the back like this sh*t FakeTaxi (underdogs)
Yeah, I be countin' cash 'til this sh*t no more
I'ma big motion this sh*t, I been slo-mo
We turnin' [?] and we be up in SoHo
Man, life is good, he livin' so-so
I could tell you—, I could tell you somethin' that you don't know
I be in—, I bе in TS with Jonoft
I could be—, I could be chillin' with your ho
And nah, I can't kiss her, man, that sh*t a no-go
Shе givin'—, she givin' neck, she the throat G.O.A.T
She givin'—, she givin' throat, she got no throat
We on your block, that boy a no-show
Walk down on me, and bro, either we both blow
She want a bag, man, this b*t*h too bold
Sh*t turn to snap, man, it be too cold
B*t*h, I'm the one, yeah, if you ask me
Got a couple bad hoes up in that backseat
We havin' money, this sh*t everlasting
That mean I got bread that gon' everlast me
I really do sh*t, so I ain't even rap it
I be countin' so much bread, I'ma hit Saks
She like, "Run it back," she like my sh*t blastin'
Put this b*t*h in the back like this sh*t FakeTaxi (underdogs)
B*t*h, I'm the one, yeah, if you ask me
Got a couple bad hoes up in that backseat
We havin' money, this sh*t everlasting
That mean I got bread that gon' everlast me
I really do sh*t, so I ain't even rap it
I be countin' so much bread, I'ma hit Saks
She like, "Run it back," she like my sh*t blastin'
Put this b*t*h in the back like this sh*t FakeTaxi (underdogs)
Yeah, I be countin' cash 'til this sh*t no more
I'ma big motion this sh*t, I been slo-mo
We turnin' [?] and we be up in SoHo
Man, life is good, he livin' so-so
I could tell you—, I could tell you somethin' that you don't know
I be in—, I bе in TS with Jonoft
I could be—, I could be chillin' with your ho
And nah, I can't kiss her, man, that sh*t a no-go
Shе givin'—, she givin' neck, she the throat G.O.A.T
She givin'—, she givin' throat, she got no throat
We on your block, that boy a no-show
Walk down on me, and bro, either we both blow
She want a bag, man, this b*t*h too bold
Sh*t turn to snap, man, it be too cold
B*t*h, I'm the one, yeah, if you ask me
Got a couple bad hoes up in that backseat
We havin' money, this sh*t everlasting
That mean I got bread that gon' everlast me
I really do sh*t, so I ain't even rap it
I be countin' so much bread, I'ma hit Saks
She like, "Run it back," she like my sh*t blastin'
Put this b*t*h in the back like this sh*t FakeTaxi (underdogs)
