CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Long Nights & Short Days
Do you know what they talking 'bout?
Cause I don't think I do
I'm tryna make some money b*t*h
I'll make it up to you
F**k that bullsh*t, my team rollin'
Long nights & short days, bright lights & dark shades
Uh
Uh, show me love cause I ain't ever seen it
Show me humbleness, cause Lord knows I've been it
Uh, I don't feel y'all like thick gloves
And y'all hate me but your b*t*h doesn't
Y'all should prolly quit f**kin'
Don't be p*ssed off that I skipped all that work
That work for me, no university
I'm killin' all my prey, so I know there's no church for me
I believe that life's a b*t*h, cause she has seen death flirt with me
Don't be angry, you ugly as hell whеn you mad
I ain't the best new artist, I'm thе best artist in Van'
Artist; not rapper, y'all keep that
Good posture and a Rolex
You rollin' with your seat back
I'm so grown that I'm trimmin' sh*t
I'm so gone, you ain't gettin' it
If I scream from the level I'm at, y'all wouldn't even hear me whisperin' (b*t*h)
So I feel what I say and I say what I want
And all that comes out is the smoke from the blunt and a couple of numbers from countin' the ones
Do you know what they talking 'bout?
Cause I don't think I do
I'm tryna make some money b*t*h
I'll make it up to you
F**k that bullsh*t, my team rollin'
Long nights & short days, bright lights & dark shades
Uh
Uh, I'm unemployed but I'm workin' lots
And in my imaginary house, all the curtains drawn
I'm goin' hard as expected, gold watch and a necklace
Corn Pops for my breakfast, spent my food on bein' freshest
And they mad at it, they can't have it
They lucky if I give 'em this
I heard it's better to give, but I don't give a sh*t
My snap-back from a thrift store, my weed is in a cherry blunt
My swagger is on alien, fifty-first area
Uh, I don't fit the criteria
Tell 'em take the fall, the cold ground will carry ya
Uh, my country boys all watchin' like it's autumn and y'all dear to them
Steer clear of them
My hair tied and my hair dyed and my hair nice
And your b*t*h bang out and put my hair in braids and then she came twice
Man, I'm faded like I had enough
Purple clouds pour the purple rain inside my cup
F**k that bullsh*t, my team rollin'
Long nights & short days, bright lights & dark shades
Uh
F**k that bullsh*t, my team rollin'
Long nights & short days, bright lights & dark shades
Uh
Cause I don't think I do
I'm tryna make some money b*t*h
I'll make it up to you
F**k that bullsh*t, my team rollin'
Long nights & short days, bright lights & dark shades
Uh
Uh, show me love cause I ain't ever seen it
Show me humbleness, cause Lord knows I've been it
Uh, I don't feel y'all like thick gloves
And y'all hate me but your b*t*h doesn't
Y'all should prolly quit f**kin'
Don't be p*ssed off that I skipped all that work
That work for me, no university
I'm killin' all my prey, so I know there's no church for me
I believe that life's a b*t*h, cause she has seen death flirt with me
Don't be angry, you ugly as hell whеn you mad
I ain't the best new artist, I'm thе best artist in Van'
Artist; not rapper, y'all keep that
Good posture and a Rolex
You rollin' with your seat back
I'm so grown that I'm trimmin' sh*t
I'm so gone, you ain't gettin' it
If I scream from the level I'm at, y'all wouldn't even hear me whisperin' (b*t*h)
So I feel what I say and I say what I want
And all that comes out is the smoke from the blunt and a couple of numbers from countin' the ones
Do you know what they talking 'bout?
Cause I don't think I do
I'm tryna make some money b*t*h
I'll make it up to you
F**k that bullsh*t, my team rollin'
Long nights & short days, bright lights & dark shades
Uh
Uh, I'm unemployed but I'm workin' lots
And in my imaginary house, all the curtains drawn
I'm goin' hard as expected, gold watch and a necklace
Corn Pops for my breakfast, spent my food on bein' freshest
And they mad at it, they can't have it
They lucky if I give 'em this
I heard it's better to give, but I don't give a sh*t
My snap-back from a thrift store, my weed is in a cherry blunt
My swagger is on alien, fifty-first area
Uh, I don't fit the criteria
Tell 'em take the fall, the cold ground will carry ya
Uh, my country boys all watchin' like it's autumn and y'all dear to them
Steer clear of them
My hair tied and my hair dyed and my hair nice
And your b*t*h bang out and put my hair in braids and then she came twice
Man, I'm faded like I had enough
Purple clouds pour the purple rain inside my cup
F**k that bullsh*t, my team rollin'
Long nights & short days, bright lights & dark shades
Uh
F**k that bullsh*t, my team rollin'
Long nights & short days, bright lights & dark shades
Uh
