CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : glass (remix)
N***as too fake, just want some sh*t
And my shooters okay using sticks
I'm with BKTHERULA, we in this b*t*h
And I'm smokin' Za, you can keep save the nic
Lil' b*t*h, cut it out, you can save the sh*t
I hope that girl shy, don't hate to kiss
Gunshot, you come 'round with a SIG
I don't care what you claim, suck my— (D-DJ OB1)
(I'm not into you)
(Damn, DJ Phat)
N***a too fake, just want some sh*t
They say, "I love you," then try to f**k your b*t*h
Snake-a**, in the jungle they hiss
Gun shot gon' wake up the kids
You was suppose to be with me from the lift
'Til them shooters jumped down, on me
I could've been done right there, on me
Seen the fake in you, couldn't split no cheese
If I had one dollar, I'd split it for you
If I had four dollars, I'd turn it to two
I was so deeply in love with you
Sacrificed so much, you had no cluе
I was with you when you left your dukes
And whatеver you wanted, I'd let you chose
'Cause you my brudda and I love you
Ain't one thing I would not do for you
But I learned my lesson from that
I done looked then to my back
Rellos out and my n***a they flat
Bullets hot, lil' n***a get back
I will deal with you, then switch the serial
.223's eat you up like some cereal
They don't want money, boy they might be delirious
Don't get shot, just tryna be curious
N***as too fake, just want some sh*t
And my shooters okay using sticks
I'm with BKTHERULA, we in this b*t*h
And I'm smokin' Za, you can keep save the nic'
Lil' b*t*h, cut it out, you can save the sh*t
I hope that girl shy, don't hate to kiss
Gunshot, you come 'round with a SIG
I don't care what you claim, suck my d**k (Ooh)
Let's kill in this b*t*h (Hey)
I had a kid, I trap out the six (Out the six)
B*t*h, I'm with my kid and we in this b*t*h (We in this b*t*h)
And b*t*h, f**k her friend, 'cause that's my clique (Clique, yeah)
B*t*h, I'm on sh*ts when I walk in (I walk in)
Please start toppin', I'm talkin', yeah (Ooh-ooh)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
And my shooters okay using sticks
I'm with BKTHERULA, we in this b*t*h
And I'm smokin' Za, you can keep save the nic
Lil' b*t*h, cut it out, you can save the sh*t
I hope that girl shy, don't hate to kiss
Gunshot, you come 'round with a SIG
I don't care what you claim, suck my— (D-DJ OB1)
(I'm not into you)
(Damn, DJ Phat)
N***a too fake, just want some sh*t
They say, "I love you," then try to f**k your b*t*h
Snake-a**, in the jungle they hiss
Gun shot gon' wake up the kids
You was suppose to be with me from the lift
'Til them shooters jumped down, on me
I could've been done right there, on me
Seen the fake in you, couldn't split no cheese
If I had one dollar, I'd split it for you
If I had four dollars, I'd turn it to two
I was so deeply in love with you
Sacrificed so much, you had no cluе
I was with you when you left your dukes
And whatеver you wanted, I'd let you chose
'Cause you my brudda and I love you
Ain't one thing I would not do for you
But I learned my lesson from that
I done looked then to my back
Rellos out and my n***a they flat
Bullets hot, lil' n***a get back
I will deal with you, then switch the serial
.223's eat you up like some cereal
They don't want money, boy they might be delirious
Don't get shot, just tryna be curious
N***as too fake, just want some sh*t
And my shooters okay using sticks
I'm with BKTHERULA, we in this b*t*h
And I'm smokin' Za, you can keep save the nic'
Lil' b*t*h, cut it out, you can save the sh*t
I hope that girl shy, don't hate to kiss
Gunshot, you come 'round with a SIG
I don't care what you claim, suck my d**k (Ooh)
Let's kill in this b*t*h (Hey)
I had a kid, I trap out the six (Out the six)
B*t*h, I'm with my kid and we in this b*t*h (We in this b*t*h)
And b*t*h, f**k her friend, 'cause that's my clique (Clique, yeah)
B*t*h, I'm on sh*ts when I walk in (I walk in)
Please start toppin', I'm talkin', yeah (Ooh-ooh)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
