CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : 6th of July Freestyle
(Don't play with him)
It ain't even like that pu**y n***a
We on all that f**k sh*t
Yeah, we want some more of that
Yeah, I need two-
I need two or three of them b*t*hes
Get these hoes back in, they on go
Oooh, yeah
I woke up thinkin' bout' a damn lick
One hand on my stick, in that trap house breakin' down bricks
My b*t*h got a b*t*h and they both gettin' lit
Keep the hammer like Bob, my fees like brick
Movin' that weight, I been gettin' my muscle up
Trappin' these dimes, n***a it feel like a tummy tuck
on a Thursday
Ridin' with a four on a two way
find the President
Million-dollar lick so I still move militant
Ride with that heat, neck wetter than the Gilligans
b*t*h I woke up with a mask on
Play with my blue we gon' paint that boy red like a tampon
Pull that pack out and I trap out the endzone
Double cup ridin' weak but I sip strong
f**k that b*t*h face, [?] he lips gone
Make the [?] jump, it's a gym on my flip phone
I'm at the street light pourin' up dark
Two Glocks they gon' spray, this not no art
n***a say it's smoke, we pop with [?] like dart
Put a n***a in the [?] he ain't even gon' start
Late night on your block, with more sticks like a fire pit
My n***as smooth, we pullup and we slidin' sh*t
I wear that fire like the 4th
Fire spittin', get him torched
He be actin' like he wanna' jump but he still ain't hop up off that porch
your b*t*h, I got choices
Ridin' with that poker leave him pointless
Play and we gon' hit him with that joystick
b*t*h ass n***a
You know how we comin'
Yeah n***a
On the way
pu**y
It ain't even like that pu**y n***a
We on all that f**k sh*t
Yeah, we want some more of that
Yeah, I need two-
I need two or three of them b*t*hes
Get these hoes back in, they on go
Oooh, yeah
I woke up thinkin' bout' a damn lick
One hand on my stick, in that trap house breakin' down bricks
My b*t*h got a b*t*h and they both gettin' lit
Keep the hammer like Bob, my fees like brick
Movin' that weight, I been gettin' my muscle up
Trappin' these dimes, n***a it feel like a tummy tuck
on a Thursday
Ridin' with a four on a two way
find the President
Million-dollar lick so I still move militant
Ride with that heat, neck wetter than the Gilligans
b*t*h I woke up with a mask on
Play with my blue we gon' paint that boy red like a tampon
Pull that pack out and I trap out the endzone
Double cup ridin' weak but I sip strong
f**k that b*t*h face, [?] he lips gone
Make the [?] jump, it's a gym on my flip phone
I'm at the street light pourin' up dark
Two Glocks they gon' spray, this not no art
n***a say it's smoke, we pop with [?] like dart
Put a n***a in the [?] he ain't even gon' start
Late night on your block, with more sticks like a fire pit
My n***as smooth, we pullup and we slidin' sh*t
I wear that fire like the 4th
Fire spittin', get him torched
He be actin' like he wanna' jump but he still ain't hop up off that porch
your b*t*h, I got choices
Ridin' with that poker leave him pointless
Play and we gon' hit him with that joystick
b*t*h ass n***a
You know how we comin'
Yeah n***a
On the way
pu**y
