CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Fye Up Da Kush
[Intro]
Yeah
Bling-blaow-wow-baow, you bitch nigga
Yeah
Pussy
Yeah, the greatest
Huh?
Untouchable, nigga
Undisputed heavyweight champion, pussy nigga
Get your weight up, ho-ass nigga
Yeah, I know you see us in the club thirty deep, bottles up, nigga
[Chorus]
I fire up the kush and then hop out the coupe
This groupie-ass bitch just wanna get loose
I'm with some dread head niggas pourin' up lean
I spent they whole rent like that shit ain't a thing
My uncle in here and he turnt off a bean
I live in the night and I sell that ho dreams
I hit the club, it's like the time stop
[Verse]
These rappers going broke, they jewelry in the pawn shop
I'm smoking loud, see, I'm quiet, but the money talk
And yeah, we run the hood, but today, I money walk
Could put a price on your head, look what that money bought
Racks looking ugly, you niggas need a job
I'm pressing hard in the paint, I don't need a lob
I keep it tucked, I'm so professional
In love with my profession, my obsession flex on niggas and count up decimals
I count up the chicken, then hop out the coupe
I fly to Atlanta to pour up a deuce
I lie to that bitch, but her pussy the truth
My niggas ain't hoopers, but know how to shoot
I'm in the trap, got that bitch in the mood
I beat the block 'til that bitch get abused
All of my niggas got nothing to lose
I'm in Hollywood, Tom Cruise
I'm a dirty dog in the trap serving Michael Vicks
With a pretty bad bitch, ass thicker than a Twix
My wrist cost a lick, I'm in the club with a brick
Yeah, these diamonds piss, but sorry, baby, I still ain't shit
I get you touched for a nick'
I got that flame 'cause I'm lit
My boy don't think, he just gon' click
Just signed my gun, that bitch could spit
What you know about a bad bitch, nigga?
What you know about them trash bags and them glass 'cicles?
I know niggas up five hundred, now they on they last nickel
Spoiled by a bad apple, now they in a bad pickle
These rappers so predictable
If you talk some money, then you know I talk reciprocal
Me and Ben Frank identical
[Chorus]
I fire up the kush and then hop out the coupe
This groupie-ass bitch just wanna get loose
I'm with some dread head niggas pourin' up lean
I spent they whole rent like that shit ain't a thing
My uncle in here and he turnt off a bean
I live in the night and I sell that ho dreams
I hit the club, it's like the time stop
Yeah
Bling-blaow-wow-baow, you bitch nigga
Yeah
Pussy
Yeah, the greatest
Huh?
Untouchable, nigga
Undisputed heavyweight champion, pussy nigga
Get your weight up, ho-ass nigga
Yeah, I know you see us in the club thirty deep, bottles up, nigga
[Chorus]
I fire up the kush and then hop out the coupe
This groupie-ass bitch just wanna get loose
I'm with some dread head niggas pourin' up lean
I spent they whole rent like that shit ain't a thing
My uncle in here and he turnt off a bean
I live in the night and I sell that ho dreams
I hit the club, it's like the time stop
[Verse]
These rappers going broke, they jewelry in the pawn shop
I'm smoking loud, see, I'm quiet, but the money talk
And yeah, we run the hood, but today, I money walk
Could put a price on your head, look what that money bought
Racks looking ugly, you niggas need a job
I'm pressing hard in the paint, I don't need a lob
I keep it tucked, I'm so professional
In love with my profession, my obsession flex on niggas and count up decimals
I count up the chicken, then hop out the coupe
I fly to Atlanta to pour up a deuce
I lie to that bitch, but her pussy the truth
My niggas ain't hoopers, but know how to shoot
I'm in the trap, got that bitch in the mood
I beat the block 'til that bitch get abused
All of my niggas got nothing to lose
I'm in Hollywood, Tom Cruise
I'm a dirty dog in the trap serving Michael Vicks
With a pretty bad bitch, ass thicker than a Twix
My wrist cost a lick, I'm in the club with a brick
Yeah, these diamonds piss, but sorry, baby, I still ain't shit
I get you touched for a nick'
I got that flame 'cause I'm lit
My boy don't think, he just gon' click
Just signed my gun, that bitch could spit
What you know about a bad bitch, nigga?
What you know about them trash bags and them glass 'cicles?
I know niggas up five hundred, now they on they last nickel
Spoiled by a bad apple, now they in a bad pickle
These rappers so predictable
If you talk some money, then you know I talk reciprocal
Me and Ben Frank identical
[Chorus]
I fire up the kush and then hop out the coupe
This groupie-ass bitch just wanna get loose
I'm with some dread head niggas pourin' up lean
I spent they whole rent like that shit ain't a thing
My uncle in here and he turnt off a bean
I live in the night and I sell that ho dreams
I hit the club, it's like the time stop
