CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : rip paul walker
I'm rockin' the Chrome Hearts with Amiri jeans, finna f**k your daughter in this b*t*h
I'm off of the Perc' 30 (Ooh-ooh), finna crash out, finna Paul Walker in this b*t*h
I lost my Glock, so I got another choppa and a rocket launcher in this b*t*h
Bro, you ain't a real n***a, you a b*t*h boy, I might put the Glock up on this b*t*h
Then I just might put my c*ck up on your b*t*h, I told the b*t*h to prop the sh*t up on her lips
You think out the wind and rock out in this b*t*h, I'm 'bout to take it out and rock it in a bit
And all of my n***as finna hit a blitz, I'm 'bout to cop another Glock just for the sh*t
Yeah, n***a, young viral in this b*t*h
You know Cam got the f**kin' juice
Okay, that n***a Cam got the juice (Oh, yeah)
Finna slide with that mo'f**kin' tool (Oh, yeah)
Got a ho tryna f**k me in school
These n***as be b*t*hes, on God, but it's bool (Oh, yeah)
Yeah, these n***as be broke, I would hate to be you
Them n***as like, "Chris, I would pay to be you"
When you come up, they start havin' hatred for you
I can't lie, I don't know what to say to lil' dude
And my n***as might take you off the map for blues
My young n***a swervin' in the Bentley coupe
They said that I'm broke, ha, who, n***a?
Pop out the cut, let's give that boy like Bool, n***a
Ayy, f**k this sh*t, I don't even feel like rappin' no more, Skul, f**k these n***as up, bro
Ahem (Brr)
And I'm rockin' Chrome Hearts with the VVS up on my lip
This Chrome Hearts tee cost a check
Not new to this sh*t, I'm a vet'
You new to this sh*t, you a rookie
Run off with the pack, we took that boy cookies
OG down the street named Snookie
Young n***a know a lot, like Louie
Young n***a shootin' sh*t, like Louie
3S on the shoes, like Luis (B*t*h)
Smoke the gas, then pull off in a Buick
He got a (Blick), but is he gon' use it?
Your b*t*h said she twerk to my music
Big choppa, take the trigger and use it (Brr)
Hop on the beat, and then I abuse it, on God, go (Hold on, brr, blatt)
I'm rockin' the Chrome Hearts with Amiri jeans, finna f**k your daughter in this b*t*h
I'm off of the Perc' 30, finna crash out (Ooh-ooh), I'm finna Paul Walker in this b*t*h (Blatt)
I lost my Glock, so I got another choppa and a rocket launcher in this b*t*h (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
Bro, you ain't a real n***a, you a b*t*h boy, I might put the Glock up on this b*t*h (Brr)
Then I just might put my c*ck up on your b*t*h, I told the b*t*h to prop the sh*t up on her lips
You think out the wind and rock out in this b*t*h, I'm 'bout to take it out and rock it in a bit
And all of my n***as finna hit a blitz, I'm 'bout to cop another Glock just for the sh*t
I'm off of the Perc' 30 (Ooh-ooh), finna crash out, finna Paul Walker in this b*t*h
I lost my Glock, so I got another choppa and a rocket launcher in this b*t*h
Bro, you ain't a real n***a, you a b*t*h boy, I might put the Glock up on this b*t*h
Then I just might put my c*ck up on your b*t*h, I told the b*t*h to prop the sh*t up on her lips
You think out the wind and rock out in this b*t*h, I'm 'bout to take it out and rock it in a bit
And all of my n***as finna hit a blitz, I'm 'bout to cop another Glock just for the sh*t
Yeah, n***a, young viral in this b*t*h
You know Cam got the f**kin' juice
Okay, that n***a Cam got the juice (Oh, yeah)
Finna slide with that mo'f**kin' tool (Oh, yeah)
Got a ho tryna f**k me in school
These n***as be b*t*hes, on God, but it's bool (Oh, yeah)
Yeah, these n***as be broke, I would hate to be you
Them n***as like, "Chris, I would pay to be you"
When you come up, they start havin' hatred for you
I can't lie, I don't know what to say to lil' dude
And my n***as might take you off the map for blues
My young n***a swervin' in the Bentley coupe
They said that I'm broke, ha, who, n***a?
Pop out the cut, let's give that boy like Bool, n***a
Ayy, f**k this sh*t, I don't even feel like rappin' no more, Skul, f**k these n***as up, bro
Ahem (Brr)
And I'm rockin' Chrome Hearts with the VVS up on my lip
This Chrome Hearts tee cost a check
Not new to this sh*t, I'm a vet'
You new to this sh*t, you a rookie
Run off with the pack, we took that boy cookies
OG down the street named Snookie
Young n***a know a lot, like Louie
Young n***a shootin' sh*t, like Louie
3S on the shoes, like Luis (B*t*h)
Smoke the gas, then pull off in a Buick
He got a (Blick), but is he gon' use it?
Your b*t*h said she twerk to my music
Big choppa, take the trigger and use it (Brr)
Hop on the beat, and then I abuse it, on God, go (Hold on, brr, blatt)
I'm rockin' the Chrome Hearts with Amiri jeans, finna f**k your daughter in this b*t*h
I'm off of the Perc' 30, finna crash out (Ooh-ooh), I'm finna Paul Walker in this b*t*h (Blatt)
I lost my Glock, so I got another choppa and a rocket launcher in this b*t*h (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
Bro, you ain't a real n***a, you a b*t*h boy, I might put the Glock up on this b*t*h (Brr)
Then I just might put my c*ck up on your b*t*h, I told the b*t*h to prop the sh*t up on her lips
You think out the wind and rock out in this b*t*h, I'm 'bout to take it out and rock it in a bit
And all of my n***as finna hit a blitz, I'm 'bout to cop another Glock just for the sh*t
