CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Lincoln (Remix)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah (BenjiCold, why you icy?), let's go, let’s go
Trackhawk, that b*t*h really speedin' (Yeah)
Abraham, me and her Lincoln' (Yeah)
I’m off the drugs, man, I'm geekin' (Yeah)
We finna leave that boy leakin' (Yeah)
Ca-came to the crib for the weekend (Yeah)
B*t*h, shut it up, why you speakin'? (Yeah)
Bad ho, yeah, she Puerto Rican
Uppin' his bro then I tell him we leavin' (Let's go, let’s go)
I heard these n***as been stealin’ my sound
I got Marrgielaa, I'm knockin’ 'em down
She is a ho, man, that girl been around
You got no money, don't likе how that sound
All of my brothers, they movin' a pound
Your ho, she wеighin’ like five-hundred pounds
K in my hand holds like five-hundred rounds
Once you were lost and you've never been found
Number (N)ine jeans with the Ricky, yeah
Bougie-a** ho, man, she picky, yeah
Pu**y-a** boy, you a kitty, yeah
Wock' finna f**k up my kidney, yeah
Lean finna f**k up my liver
We cut that boy then leave him in a river, yeah
You talkin' down, I'm f**kin' on your sister
I came up on my own, I ain't need no a**istance
N***a said that he put me on, it don't make no sense, what the hell is you talkin' 'bout, ya b*t*h?
She finna come to the crib and she eatin' me up, man, I just got some top from ya b*t*h
I cannot beef with a n***a that's not in my bracket, I've been countin' money, ya dig?
That ho told me that I'm toxic, I don't like to talk, so lil' ho, it is what it is
I'm in her shell like a taco
Got paparazzi like, wherever I go
They like, "You been goin' up," n***a, I know
Black and white diamonds, they got vitiligo
She told me that I should pay for her lashes
We caught that boy, now we smokin' his ashes
Been growin' up, I was never a bad kid
Run up the racks, yeah, I run up the backends
Shoutout Santana, this chop' finna blast him
Came in a P and I ain't even ask him
My n***as come in that sh*t like elastic
Put him in the void, I'ma f**k 'round and pack him
F**k with my sh*t, might as well run it back then
I'm pullin' up and I'm breakin' her back in
Ask for my lo, man, I'm like, "Who is askin'?"
In Hollywood and I ain't even actin', oh
I'm in her ear like an AirPod
Leave his top red like he put in some hair dye
That n***a hatin', he still finna hear 'bout
Bring up a ho that I don't even care 'bout
We put the hit on the screen like an AirDrop
Y'all n***as broke but my n***as, yeah, they're not
I shoot the fire, you touch it, you're damn hot
I'm cookin' up and I'm not using a pot
All of these rappers been stealin' my sound
We get them gunners, if he talkin' down
Man, I'm so high, I ain't touchin' the ground
You is not gang, then you can't come around
I can not handle this gas to loud
Look at my pockets, [?]
Said she could fit the whole thing in her mouth
We got [?], finna North, to the South
Trackhawk, and it's really speedin', yeah, uh
My new girl, she Puerto Rican, yeah, uh
How you ain't hear me, you sleepin', yeah, uh
She want some coke and she feenin', yeah, uh
Her body [?], yeah, uh
Creep on your block, [?] sneakin', yeah, uh
She on my lap and she eatin'
Winnin' the game, ain't no cheatin', yeah, uh
I got a shooter named Rocco
Twin got them diamonds that got vitiligo
TMZ cameras, like, wherever I go
So many guns that you would think that we psycho
Slimey lil' lizard like I was from GEICO
Jump out the house, man, I'm feelin' like [?]
You finna meet your dynasty, no Shiloh
In a hellcat, and they watchin' how I go
Trackhawk, that b*t*h really speedin' (Yeah)
Abraham, me and her Lincoln' (Yeah)
I'm off the drugs, man, I'm geekin' (Yeah)
We finna leave that boy leakin' (Yeah)
Ca-came to the crib for the weekend (Yeah)
B*t*h, shut it up, why you speakin'? (Yeah)
Bad ho, yeah, she Puerto Rican
Uppin' his bro then I tell him we leavin' (Yeah)
All of these rappers been stealin' my sound
We get them gunners, if he talkin' down
Man, I'm so high, I ain't touchin' the ground
You is not gang, then you can't come around
I can not handle this gas to loud
Look at my pockets, [?]
Said she could fit the whole thing in her mouth
We got [?], finna North, to the South
Yeah (BenjiCold, why you icy?), let's go, let’s go
Trackhawk, that b*t*h really speedin' (Yeah)
Abraham, me and her Lincoln' (Yeah)
I’m off the drugs, man, I'm geekin' (Yeah)
We finna leave that boy leakin' (Yeah)
Ca-came to the crib for the weekend (Yeah)
B*t*h, shut it up, why you speakin'? (Yeah)
Bad ho, yeah, she Puerto Rican
Uppin' his bro then I tell him we leavin' (Let's go, let’s go)
I heard these n***as been stealin’ my sound
I got Marrgielaa, I'm knockin’ 'em down
She is a ho, man, that girl been around
You got no money, don't likе how that sound
All of my brothers, they movin' a pound
Your ho, she wеighin’ like five-hundred pounds
K in my hand holds like five-hundred rounds
Once you were lost and you've never been found
Number (N)ine jeans with the Ricky, yeah
Bougie-a** ho, man, she picky, yeah
Pu**y-a** boy, you a kitty, yeah
Wock' finna f**k up my kidney, yeah
Lean finna f**k up my liver
We cut that boy then leave him in a river, yeah
You talkin' down, I'm f**kin' on your sister
I came up on my own, I ain't need no a**istance
N***a said that he put me on, it don't make no sense, what the hell is you talkin' 'bout, ya b*t*h?
She finna come to the crib and she eatin' me up, man, I just got some top from ya b*t*h
I cannot beef with a n***a that's not in my bracket, I've been countin' money, ya dig?
That ho told me that I'm toxic, I don't like to talk, so lil' ho, it is what it is
I'm in her shell like a taco
Got paparazzi like, wherever I go
They like, "You been goin' up," n***a, I know
Black and white diamonds, they got vitiligo
She told me that I should pay for her lashes
We caught that boy, now we smokin' his ashes
Been growin' up, I was never a bad kid
Run up the racks, yeah, I run up the backends
Shoutout Santana, this chop' finna blast him
Came in a P and I ain't even ask him
My n***as come in that sh*t like elastic
Put him in the void, I'ma f**k 'round and pack him
F**k with my sh*t, might as well run it back then
I'm pullin' up and I'm breakin' her back in
Ask for my lo, man, I'm like, "Who is askin'?"
In Hollywood and I ain't even actin', oh
I'm in her ear like an AirPod
Leave his top red like he put in some hair dye
That n***a hatin', he still finna hear 'bout
Bring up a ho that I don't even care 'bout
We put the hit on the screen like an AirDrop
Y'all n***as broke but my n***as, yeah, they're not
I shoot the fire, you touch it, you're damn hot
I'm cookin' up and I'm not using a pot
All of these rappers been stealin' my sound
We get them gunners, if he talkin' down
Man, I'm so high, I ain't touchin' the ground
You is not gang, then you can't come around
I can not handle this gas to loud
Look at my pockets, [?]
Said she could fit the whole thing in her mouth
We got [?], finna North, to the South
Trackhawk, and it's really speedin', yeah, uh
My new girl, she Puerto Rican, yeah, uh
How you ain't hear me, you sleepin', yeah, uh
She want some coke and she feenin', yeah, uh
Her body [?], yeah, uh
Creep on your block, [?] sneakin', yeah, uh
She on my lap and she eatin'
Winnin' the game, ain't no cheatin', yeah, uh
I got a shooter named Rocco
Twin got them diamonds that got vitiligo
TMZ cameras, like, wherever I go
So many guns that you would think that we psycho
Slimey lil' lizard like I was from GEICO
Jump out the house, man, I'm feelin' like [?]
You finna meet your dynasty, no Shiloh
In a hellcat, and they watchin' how I go
Trackhawk, that b*t*h really speedin' (Yeah)
Abraham, me and her Lincoln' (Yeah)
I'm off the drugs, man, I'm geekin' (Yeah)
We finna leave that boy leakin' (Yeah)
Ca-came to the crib for the weekend (Yeah)
B*t*h, shut it up, why you speakin'? (Yeah)
Bad ho, yeah, she Puerto Rican
Uppin' his bro then I tell him we leavin' (Yeah)
All of these rappers been stealin' my sound
We get them gunners, if he talkin' down
Man, I'm so high, I ain't touchin' the ground
You is not gang, then you can't come around
I can not handle this gas to loud
Look at my pockets, [?]
Said she could fit the whole thing in her mouth
We got [?], finna North, to the South
