CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Too Good
Too cold for a b*t*h, too hot to chill
Too cool for a gang, too high for a pill
Too real to fade, too smart to lose
Too drunk to drink, too good for you
I love it
I-I I love it
And I won't take it
I-I I won't take it back
And I hate it
I have never heard 'em
Cause I'm too young to care
Man, I hardly rock the fit no more
The evolution of my imagine has no room for hats with stickers
Or shirts with glitter, I know
That doesn't leave much room in my closet for the 2012 collection of summer wear in my genre but
I'm fine with that, these trucker hats and plaid shirts will do
Still got my Supras but I'm stomping in my leather boots
Uh, my att**ude is still the same howevеr
Uh, I'm gettin' money anyway howevеr
Uh, and I'm always 'bout whatever man
My heart still on my sleeve, but I rolled 'em up to catch a tan
I'm rollin' out and yelling "catch me if you can!"
I'm higher than I've ever been, meet me where I land
Enough with all the partyin', the compet**ion's arguing amongst themselves
They're exactly where we wanted them
The only one that's on my team is my producer
And his style is overwhelming, all these jealous, scrubby losers are
Pointing out the obvious, he looks like a rapper
They're just scared of what they don't know and they don't know what they're after
And I could tell them, but I won't
And I could help them, but I won't
We really do this
I hope y'all won't make it through this
But I doubt that you will
I'm 'bout what I feel
Dear haters, my hunters are out for the kill
Too cold for a b*t*h, too hot to chill
Too cool for a gang, too high for a pill
Too real to fade, too smart to lose
Too drunk to drink, too good for you
I tell them go ahead, but I don't let them take the lead for long
My girl is cool, my drink is stiff, my eyes are red, my weed is strong
And my intentions are as pure as I can make them man
My feelings are in check like they play defense on a skating rink
I bet they think I'm just some brokenhearted rapper man
That 808s and Heartbreak sh*t has always been the answer for me
But now I'm
Takin' my heart on my sleeve and I'll lock it up in a box and throw out the key
F**k it man, I'm good now
Ask about it, you would now
Try me guy, you should now
Leave your city boy a** in a small town
They want me to leave, well gon' have to force me out
I know a couple cowboys and they heard it from the horses mouth
Y'all are jealous, y'all should work that out
I'll shut you down like a computer when you nerdin' out
And my girl is so fed up with all the whisperin'
And I am f**king sick to death of calling her to fill her in
I love it
I-I I love it
And I won't take it
I-I I won't take it back
And I hate it
I have never heard 'em
Cause I'm too young to care
Haven't made much noise but trust me
Have woman who'll f**k me, I'm yellin' I'll f**k 'em
I'm screamin' I'll f**k 'em
Throw up a punch out of my stomach
I'm runnin'
Out of romantic ideas for dinner on date nights
And parties on evenings
Cause all that I think over lobster and drinks are the occasions I said what I thought and I shouldn't have
But I really did
Don't f**k with me I'm not a city kid
Oh, yeah
All these other rappers on a beach and they watchin' all the pu**y
We just watchin' what we eat
Oh, they spend the time and they keep their receipts
We're all good and like none of them are happy
Cause they know we'll be workin' on our tans in Miami with a Grammy on the way, and Grammo in the J and some grammar for the b*t*hes we met along the way
We really do this
I hope y'all won't make it through this
But I doubt that you will
I'm 'bout what I feel
Dear haters, my hunters are out for the kill
We really do this
I hope y'all won't make it through this
But I doubt that you will
I'm 'bout what I feel
Dear haters, my hunters are out for the kill
Put a price on your head, then bounce on the bill
Headshot through the window, put brains on the sill
Too cold for a b*t*h, too hot to chill
Too cool for a gang, too high for a pill
Too real to fade, too smart to lose
Too drunk to drink, too good for you
Too cool for a gang, too high for a pill
Too real to fade, too smart to lose
Too drunk to drink, too good for you
I love it
I-I I love it
And I won't take it
I-I I won't take it back
And I hate it
I have never heard 'em
Cause I'm too young to care
Man, I hardly rock the fit no more
The evolution of my imagine has no room for hats with stickers
Or shirts with glitter, I know
That doesn't leave much room in my closet for the 2012 collection of summer wear in my genre but
I'm fine with that, these trucker hats and plaid shirts will do
Still got my Supras but I'm stomping in my leather boots
Uh, my att**ude is still the same howevеr
Uh, I'm gettin' money anyway howevеr
Uh, and I'm always 'bout whatever man
My heart still on my sleeve, but I rolled 'em up to catch a tan
I'm rollin' out and yelling "catch me if you can!"
I'm higher than I've ever been, meet me where I land
Enough with all the partyin', the compet**ion's arguing amongst themselves
They're exactly where we wanted them
The only one that's on my team is my producer
And his style is overwhelming, all these jealous, scrubby losers are
Pointing out the obvious, he looks like a rapper
They're just scared of what they don't know and they don't know what they're after
And I could tell them, but I won't
And I could help them, but I won't
We really do this
I hope y'all won't make it through this
But I doubt that you will
I'm 'bout what I feel
Dear haters, my hunters are out for the kill
Too cold for a b*t*h, too hot to chill
Too cool for a gang, too high for a pill
Too real to fade, too smart to lose
Too drunk to drink, too good for you
I tell them go ahead, but I don't let them take the lead for long
My girl is cool, my drink is stiff, my eyes are red, my weed is strong
And my intentions are as pure as I can make them man
My feelings are in check like they play defense on a skating rink
I bet they think I'm just some brokenhearted rapper man
That 808s and Heartbreak sh*t has always been the answer for me
But now I'm
Takin' my heart on my sleeve and I'll lock it up in a box and throw out the key
F**k it man, I'm good now
Ask about it, you would now
Try me guy, you should now
Leave your city boy a** in a small town
They want me to leave, well gon' have to force me out
I know a couple cowboys and they heard it from the horses mouth
Y'all are jealous, y'all should work that out
I'll shut you down like a computer when you nerdin' out
And my girl is so fed up with all the whisperin'
And I am f**king sick to death of calling her to fill her in
I love it
I-I I love it
And I won't take it
I-I I won't take it back
And I hate it
I have never heard 'em
Cause I'm too young to care
Haven't made much noise but trust me
Have woman who'll f**k me, I'm yellin' I'll f**k 'em
I'm screamin' I'll f**k 'em
Throw up a punch out of my stomach
I'm runnin'
Out of romantic ideas for dinner on date nights
And parties on evenings
Cause all that I think over lobster and drinks are the occasions I said what I thought and I shouldn't have
But I really did
Don't f**k with me I'm not a city kid
Oh, yeah
All these other rappers on a beach and they watchin' all the pu**y
We just watchin' what we eat
Oh, they spend the time and they keep their receipts
We're all good and like none of them are happy
Cause they know we'll be workin' on our tans in Miami with a Grammy on the way, and Grammo in the J and some grammar for the b*t*hes we met along the way
We really do this
I hope y'all won't make it through this
But I doubt that you will
I'm 'bout what I feel
Dear haters, my hunters are out for the kill
We really do this
I hope y'all won't make it through this
But I doubt that you will
I'm 'bout what I feel
Dear haters, my hunters are out for the kill
Put a price on your head, then bounce on the bill
Headshot through the window, put brains on the sill
Too cold for a b*t*h, too hot to chill
Too cool for a gang, too high for a pill
Too real to fade, too smart to lose
Too drunk to drink, too good for you
