CORRIGER LES PAROLES
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[Intro: Tony Shhnow]
(Jay) Yeah (Popstar)
(Popstar Benny)
Go, go, go
Yeah, I might, uh-huh
Bow, bow, bow
Yeah, uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh
[Chorus: Tony Shhnow]
Pulled up in foreign cars today
But shit ain't change, these hoes still bust it
Right or wrong, that's my brother
My brother, he fuck it up but I still love him
I'm in the club with a whole lot of hundreds
Still on my track, got this stripper ho running
Smoke KK, I can't take no L
You hate, that's okay, XD, SK
Don't come through Atlanta, I wouldn't feel that brave
I'm on fire but I'm gon' trap out the spot 'til the block get hot
I hustle go hard, put my name on the block
I'm skinny but I'm putting weight on that clock
The trap jump every time I drop
My surname "Mr. Put That Shit On"
One week but I need two bags of strong
My bitch Italian, like my cologne
You might catch me at your local party, yes, I'm flеxing everyday
Glock with banana clips and shoes I got on Bathing Apе
[Verse: BEAR1BOSS]
Okay, okay, pop with that pistol if a nigga wanna come and play (Jay, Popstar, Popstar Benny)
Okay, I'm gon' rock off a jiggy, jiggy, then stepping on your face
I'm in the city, I get love like my name Drake
Key to the city, I might give all partner Wraiths
Feel like Bobby Whitney when I'm high with my fucking bae
I, I fucked up my kidney drinking lean all fucking day
Hot sauce, hot sauce, mhm, underrated
Hot sauce, hot sauce, uh, underwater
Hot sauce, hot sauce, uh-huh, with your daughter
[Chorus: Tony Shhnow]
Pulled up in foreign cars today
But shit ain't change, these hoes still bust it
Right or wrong, that's my brother
My brother, he fuck it up but I still love him
I'm in the club with a whole lot of hundreds
Still on my track, got this stripper ho running
Smoke KK, I can't take no L
You hate, that's okay, XD, SK
Don't come through Atlanta, I wouldn't feel that brave
I'm on fire but I'm gon' trap out the spot 'til the block get hot
I hustle go hard, put my name on the block
I'm skinny but I'm putting weight on that clock
The trap jump every time I drop
My surname "Mr. Put That Shit On"
One week but I need two bags of strong
My bitch Italian, like my cologne
You might catch me at your local party, yes, I'm flexing everyday
Glock with banana clips and shoes I got on Bathing Ape
(Jay) Yeah (Popstar)
(Popstar Benny)
Go, go, go
Yeah, I might, uh-huh
Bow, bow, bow
Yeah, uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh
[Chorus: Tony Shhnow]
Pulled up in foreign cars today
But shit ain't change, these hoes still bust it
Right or wrong, that's my brother
My brother, he fuck it up but I still love him
I'm in the club with a whole lot of hundreds
Still on my track, got this stripper ho running
Smoke KK, I can't take no L
You hate, that's okay, XD, SK
Don't come through Atlanta, I wouldn't feel that brave
I'm on fire but I'm gon' trap out the spot 'til the block get hot
I hustle go hard, put my name on the block
I'm skinny but I'm putting weight on that clock
The trap jump every time I drop
My surname "Mr. Put That Shit On"
One week but I need two bags of strong
My bitch Italian, like my cologne
You might catch me at your local party, yes, I'm flеxing everyday
Glock with banana clips and shoes I got on Bathing Apе
[Verse: BEAR1BOSS]
Okay, okay, pop with that pistol if a nigga wanna come and play (Jay, Popstar, Popstar Benny)
Okay, I'm gon' rock off a jiggy, jiggy, then stepping on your face
I'm in the city, I get love like my name Drake
Key to the city, I might give all partner Wraiths
Feel like Bobby Whitney when I'm high with my fucking bae
I, I fucked up my kidney drinking lean all fucking day
Hot sauce, hot sauce, mhm, underrated
Hot sauce, hot sauce, uh, underwater
Hot sauce, hot sauce, uh-huh, with your daughter
[Chorus: Tony Shhnow]
Pulled up in foreign cars today
But shit ain't change, these hoes still bust it
Right or wrong, that's my brother
My brother, he fuck it up but I still love him
I'm in the club with a whole lot of hundreds
Still on my track, got this stripper ho running
Smoke KK, I can't take no L
You hate, that's okay, XD, SK
Don't come through Atlanta, I wouldn't feel that brave
I'm on fire but I'm gon' trap out the spot 'til the block get hot
I hustle go hard, put my name on the block
I'm skinny but I'm putting weight on that clock
The trap jump every time I drop
My surname "Mr. Put That Shit On"
One week but I need two bags of strong
My bitch Italian, like my cologne
You might catch me at your local party, yes, I'm flexing everyday
Glock with banana clips and shoes I got on Bathing Ape
