CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : swagged out
Huh, uh, yeah (Come on, that was really lame)
Uh, yeah
Huh, let's go
Yeah, swagged out (Swagged out)
Cash out (Woah, cash out)
Run up on me, chopper hit your back now
Yeah, that lil' boy gon' fly, yeah
We send him right to the sky (We send him right to the sky)
That b*t*h, she suck me all night
Play with the gang, you gon' die (Yeah)
Yeah, you gon' die
Lil' b*t*h, I'ma ride with a cutla** (Cutla**)
If a n***a move wrong, might cut sh*t (Might cut sh*t)
Momma told me I'm famous, I'm clutchin' (Clutchin')
She keep screamin' my name when we f**kin' (Chyeah, chyeah)
And I had to cut ties with my cousins (Chyeah, chyeah)
I had to cut ties with my family, dawg (Uh-huh)
But that's a habit when you get rich
Lil' b*t*h, you gеt famous and have withdrawals (Chyeah-chyeah, yеah)
She come to the crib and she take off her draws (Chyeah-chyeah, yeah)
Slide to the trap with the stick in my draws (Uh-huh)
Uppin' that sh*t, make him bleed out the jaw (Oh)
N***as broke as f**k and they ain't got a job (Job)
I could get you gone in one call (Call)
Think you can get racked up with lights out (Lights out)
All my n***as'll knock your lights out (Lights out)
We brought an FN, brought the pipe out (Yeah)
We mix ALYX and the Helmut Lang (Chyeah-chyeah, chyeah)
And the ho see us, she scream my name (Chyeah-chyeah, chyeah)
B*t*h, I been doin' this sh*t every day (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
She see the jewels on top of my face (Uh)
Yeah, yvngchris on top, n***a, who really pa**in' me?
R.I.P Virgil, in two years I'm walkin' Louis V fashion week
I had a best friend choose who gang goin' after me
I can't f**k on the first night, baby, that's blasphemy
I told her to hold it down, keep a stack with me
Benji my best friend, I keep a stack with me
I told her chill out with that dumb sh*t
Glock got diarrhea, b*t*h, it dump sh*t
Hey, b*t*h, it's nice to meet you in the function
Performin', I'm tired as sh*t, I might say f**k, n***a
Almost choked twice, G on my bonnet
That n***a head like Joe Budden, uh
I'm in the party, it's jumpin'
With Fazo and tana, n***a, and it's up
Yeah, swagged out (Swagged out)
Cash out (Woah, cash out)
Run up on me, chopper hit your back now
Yeah, that lil' boy gon' fly, yeah
We send him right to the sky (We send him right to the sky)
That b*t*h, she suck me all night
Play with the gang, you gon' die (Yeah)
Yeah, you gon' die
Uh, yeah
Huh, let's go
Yeah, swagged out (Swagged out)
Cash out (Woah, cash out)
Run up on me, chopper hit your back now
Yeah, that lil' boy gon' fly, yeah
We send him right to the sky (We send him right to the sky)
That b*t*h, she suck me all night
Play with the gang, you gon' die (Yeah)
Yeah, you gon' die
Lil' b*t*h, I'ma ride with a cutla** (Cutla**)
If a n***a move wrong, might cut sh*t (Might cut sh*t)
Momma told me I'm famous, I'm clutchin' (Clutchin')
She keep screamin' my name when we f**kin' (Chyeah, chyeah)
And I had to cut ties with my cousins (Chyeah, chyeah)
I had to cut ties with my family, dawg (Uh-huh)
But that's a habit when you get rich
Lil' b*t*h, you gеt famous and have withdrawals (Chyeah-chyeah, yеah)
She come to the crib and she take off her draws (Chyeah-chyeah, yeah)
Slide to the trap with the stick in my draws (Uh-huh)
Uppin' that sh*t, make him bleed out the jaw (Oh)
N***as broke as f**k and they ain't got a job (Job)
I could get you gone in one call (Call)
Think you can get racked up with lights out (Lights out)
All my n***as'll knock your lights out (Lights out)
We brought an FN, brought the pipe out (Yeah)
We mix ALYX and the Helmut Lang (Chyeah-chyeah, chyeah)
And the ho see us, she scream my name (Chyeah-chyeah, chyeah)
B*t*h, I been doin' this sh*t every day (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
She see the jewels on top of my face (Uh)
Yeah, yvngchris on top, n***a, who really pa**in' me?
R.I.P Virgil, in two years I'm walkin' Louis V fashion week
I had a best friend choose who gang goin' after me
I can't f**k on the first night, baby, that's blasphemy
I told her to hold it down, keep a stack with me
Benji my best friend, I keep a stack with me
I told her chill out with that dumb sh*t
Glock got diarrhea, b*t*h, it dump sh*t
Hey, b*t*h, it's nice to meet you in the function
Performin', I'm tired as sh*t, I might say f**k, n***a
Almost choked twice, G on my bonnet
That n***a head like Joe Budden, uh
I'm in the party, it's jumpin'
With Fazo and tana, n***a, and it's up
Yeah, swagged out (Swagged out)
Cash out (Woah, cash out)
Run up on me, chopper hit your back now
Yeah, that lil' boy gon' fly, yeah
We send him right to the sky (We send him right to the sky)
That b*t*h, she suck me all night
Play with the gang, you gon' die (Yeah)
Yeah, you gon' die
