CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Rush Hour
(I really like to use cash)
Go, go, go, go, that's hittin', said go (Bang, bang, bang)
Go, gang, go, bang, bang, bang, go
Go, flex, yeah, go
Bang, bang
Yeah, I switched up the swag, these niggas, they hate on me
Why you worried 'bout a young nigga? You ain't gettin' no money
I don't trust no one, these niggas ain't a hunnid
Big dawg in the trap, I can smell when the pack comin'
Try to rob, you can get wet up
Everybody in here TEC'd up
My shooter pop, leave your ass X'd up
Glock f*ck around, blow, now you're next up
We aim for the nose, put your vest up
My young nigga trappin', want big bucks
I'm servin' in a rush like Chris Tuck
These niggas sittin' 'round talkin' 'bout nothin' they done did
I'm down south, droptop with another nigga's bitch
Pull out them racks, watch a young nigga flex like this (I really like to use cash)
I'm flexin' on hoes, I know that my old bitch sick
And my new ho thick
My trap under construction
'Cause all we keep is them bricks
All of my niggas, they robbin'
All they do is hit licks
Thumbin' through the racks like this
These niggas mad 'cause I'm lit
Yeah, I switched up the swag, these niggas, they hate on me
Why you worried 'bout a young nigga? You ain't gettin' no money
I don't trust no one, these niggas ain't a hunnid
Big dawg in the trap, I can smell when the pack comin'
Try to rob, you can get wet up
Everybody in here TEC'd up
My shooter pop, leave your ass X'd up
Glock f*ck around, blow, now you're next up
We aim for the nose, put your vest up
My young nigga trappin', want big bucks
I'm servin' in a rush like Chris Tuck
(I really like to use cash)
Go, go, go, go, that's hittin', said go (Bang, bang, bang)
Go, gang, go, bang, bang, bang, go
Go, flex, yeah, go
Bang, bang
Yeah, I switched up the swag, these niggas, they hate on me
Why you worried 'bout a young nigga? You ain't gettin' no money
I don't trust no one, these niggas ain't a hunnid
Big dawg in the trap, I can smell when the pack comin'
Try to rob, you can get wet up
Everybody in here TEC'd up
My shooter pop, leave your ass X'd up
Glock f*ck around, blow, now you're next up
We aim for the nose, put your vest up
My young nigga trappin', want big bucks
I'm servin' in a rush like Chris Tuck
These niggas sittin' 'round talkin' 'bout nothin' they done did
I'm down south, droptop with another nigga's bitch
Pull out them racks, watch a young nigga flex like this (I really like to use cash)
I'm flexin' on hoes, I know that my old bitch sick
And my new ho thick
My trap under construction
'Cause all we keep is them bricks
All of my niggas, they robbin'
All they do is hit licks
Thumbin' through the racks like this
These niggas mad 'cause I'm lit
Yeah, I switched up the swag, these niggas, they hate on me
Why you worried 'bout a young nigga? You ain't gettin' no money
I don't trust no one, these niggas ain't a hunnid
Big dawg in the trap, I can smell when the pack comin'
Try to rob, you can get wet up
Everybody in here TEC'd up
My shooter pop, leave your ass X'd up
Glock f*ck around, blow, now you're next up
We aim for the nose, put your vest up
My young nigga trappin', want big bucks
I'm servin' in a rush like Chris Tuck
(I really like to use cash)
