CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Oh Sh*t
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
3 words, "f**k 'em all"
2 knew me, I buck 'em off
I live on the edge and I'm jumpin' off
If you feelin' lucky you get luckier
Her skin is calmer like a work of art
And she movin' money like an armored car
When I die I'll be a legend and the sky will need a hundred stars
My b*t*h, topless
Your b*t*h, not sh*t
My b*t*h, oh no
Your b*t*h, so gross
Man, that's the sh*t I'm all about
Man, your people are like "oh sh*t"
Okay, y'all don't wanna start cause I'm already at the finish
I heard y'all say money talks, well I guess you never listen
My girl fine, her hair like Farrah Fawcett
We gettin' stoned like a feral coffin
My name ain't Josh so I ain't Joshin'
But I'll smoke til I die and I'm never coughin'
I ain't tryna do a lot, we are on the guest list
Toss 'em down inside a well, call that boy a death wish
Smokin' on that green grinch, yeah I don't even know who is who
Find your a** on Sunday and you're still wearin' your Tuesday shoes
We hipper than a Hula-Hoop
We pa**in' blunts like Alley-Oop
Hill kids got so much att**ude, we just leave 'em in the valley dude
A gangster don't make bangers, but he bang 'em out with a Hollow man
So, I see through you, Tupac, hologram
Ha, I'm smokin' weed, texting b*t*hes
There ain't much to do, so she do my dishes
Put some money on it, and pay you a visit
Y'all are super phony, seven digits
3 words, "f**k 'em all"
2 knew me, I buck 'em off
I live on the edge and I'm jumpin' off
If you feelin' lucky you get luckier
Her skin is calmer like a work of art
And she movin' money like an armored car
When I die I'll be a legend and the sky will need a hundred stars
My b*t*h, topless
Your b*t*h, not sh*t
My b*t*h, oh no
Your b*t*h, so gross
Man, that's the sh*t I'm all about
Man, your people are like "oh sh*t"
Where the hell is my libido? (libido)
And what the hell happened to all them other people? (people)
That were comin' 'round and fillin' up the cribbo (cribbo)
The ones that called me brother and the few who called me kiddo (kiddo)
Shout out to the homies that are still stuck in limbo (limbo)
They dunno how I feel but they still droppin' ditto (ditto)
I'm jus tryna put my f**kin' fammo in a Lambo (Lambo)
Get a bad b*t*h for my bad b*t*h and a Swisher for that Indo
Okay put your lighters up, hit the blunt, light it up
Pa** that sh*t to me and I'll be good, I don't require much
I am like a dinosaur, you are like some lion cubs
Rollin' with more hoes than a motherf**king firetruck
Okay I am good to go, y'all are out that's good to know
You do it for the minute, I do it til the time is gone
F**k it, y'all are going down like you're eating pu**y
F**k it, put 'em 6 feet call that playing footsy
3 words, "f**k 'em all"
2 knew me, I buck 'em off
I live on the edge and I'm jumpin' off
If you feelin' lucky you get luckier
Her skin is calmer like a work of art
And she movin' money like an armored car
When I die I'll be a legend and the sky will need a hundred stars
My b*t*h, topless
Your b*t*h, not sh*t
My b*t*h, oh no
Your b*t*h, so gross
Man, that's the sh*t I'm all about
Man, your people are like "oh sh*t"
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
3 words, "f**k 'em all"
2 knew me, I buck 'em off
I live on the edge and I'm jumpin' off
If you feelin' lucky you get luckier
Her skin is calmer like a work of art
And she movin' money like an armored car
When I die I'll be a legend and the sky will need a hundred stars
My b*t*h, topless
Your b*t*h, not sh*t
My b*t*h, oh no
Your b*t*h, so gross
Man, that's the sh*t I'm all about
Man, your people are like "oh sh*t"
Okay, y'all don't wanna start cause I'm already at the finish
I heard y'all say money talks, well I guess you never listen
My girl fine, her hair like Farrah Fawcett
We gettin' stoned like a feral coffin
My name ain't Josh so I ain't Joshin'
But I'll smoke til I die and I'm never coughin'
I ain't tryna do a lot, we are on the guest list
Toss 'em down inside a well, call that boy a death wish
Smokin' on that green grinch, yeah I don't even know who is who
Find your a** on Sunday and you're still wearin' your Tuesday shoes
We hipper than a Hula-Hoop
We pa**in' blunts like Alley-Oop
Hill kids got so much att**ude, we just leave 'em in the valley dude
A gangster don't make bangers, but he bang 'em out with a Hollow man
So, I see through you, Tupac, hologram
Ha, I'm smokin' weed, texting b*t*hes
There ain't much to do, so she do my dishes
Put some money on it, and pay you a visit
Y'all are super phony, seven digits
3 words, "f**k 'em all"
2 knew me, I buck 'em off
I live on the edge and I'm jumpin' off
If you feelin' lucky you get luckier
Her skin is calmer like a work of art
And she movin' money like an armored car
When I die I'll be a legend and the sky will need a hundred stars
My b*t*h, topless
Your b*t*h, not sh*t
My b*t*h, oh no
Your b*t*h, so gross
Man, that's the sh*t I'm all about
Man, your people are like "oh sh*t"
Where the hell is my libido? (libido)
And what the hell happened to all them other people? (people)
That were comin' 'round and fillin' up the cribbo (cribbo)
The ones that called me brother and the few who called me kiddo (kiddo)
Shout out to the homies that are still stuck in limbo (limbo)
They dunno how I feel but they still droppin' ditto (ditto)
I'm jus tryna put my f**kin' fammo in a Lambo (Lambo)
Get a bad b*t*h for my bad b*t*h and a Swisher for that Indo
Okay put your lighters up, hit the blunt, light it up
Pa** that sh*t to me and I'll be good, I don't require much
I am like a dinosaur, you are like some lion cubs
Rollin' with more hoes than a motherf**king firetruck
Okay I am good to go, y'all are out that's good to know
You do it for the minute, I do it til the time is gone
F**k it, y'all are going down like you're eating pu**y
F**k it, put 'em 6 feet call that playing footsy
3 words, "f**k 'em all"
2 knew me, I buck 'em off
I live on the edge and I'm jumpin' off
If you feelin' lucky you get luckier
Her skin is calmer like a work of art
And she movin' money like an armored car
When I die I'll be a legend and the sky will need a hundred stars
My b*t*h, topless
Your b*t*h, not sh*t
My b*t*h, oh no
Your b*t*h, so gross
Man, that's the sh*t I'm all about
Man, your people are like "oh sh*t"
