CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Wowski (FREESTYLE FRIDAY VOL. 1)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Huh
Okay
This that motherf**kin' clear the room (Clear it)
Something's finna happen, I'ma make it clear to you
I'm goin' ninety-five and pa**in', hydroplanin', steerin' through
A bunch of guppies movin' funny, when they duck it, fear the truth
I'm goin' public with my f**k y'all, f**k 'bout how I come off
I was burnin' CDs, sellin' candy out my lunchbox
And tryna get this one shot, f**kin' up the fun, dawg
Still weary 'round the straps from watchin' accidental gun—
Who the f**k you tryna stunt on? We the kids, the stuntman
Folks who see the ring of fire, spark a blunt and jump in
And young, you get accustomed (Yeah), happiness, dysfunction
And credit that from trips they should've nevеr took, but f**k it
We just tryna see something (Uh-huh), we just want a piеce of it (Uh-huh)
We just want you ask questions before you get us suggested (Uh-huh)
I just wan' chalk with my cousin (Uh-huh), said I'm stressed in my letter (Uh-huh)
I'ma send it like, "Why the hell would I say that? Make edits"
But with this sh*t, I got no hesitation (Yeah) or no reservations (Yeah)
Y'all be ga**in' surface-level lames like they some f**king saviors
Really, y'all can f**kin' save it
Like keep the chain, tuck your faces [?]
way too long and we gon' up the pacin'
Can't even control my wrath, mix tequila, cognac (Ha)
If my d**k is in the building, then it need a throat attached (Ha-ha)
You can really hold the laugh (Ha-ha), you don't even know the path (Yah)
If I'm ever actin' broke, it's 'cause I f**kin' own my raps (Motherf**ker)
Yeah, run it back like yeah, I own this sh*t (Uh-huh)
Behind a hippie b*t*h like stickers that say coexist (Ha-ha)
Huh, yeah, we used to get the spodie lit (We did)
Now I'm rooftop-drunk, curvin' the Chloe quit (Bye-bye)
Yeah, whatever city, state or coast and sh*t (Whatever)
I'm the coldest in that b*t*h and you gon' know this sh*t (On God)
Yeah, you smokin' rock if you ain't noticed it
But I'ma have y'all itchin' necks, go 'head and quote this sh*t
Like wowski, allow me at your [?], used to run a hit
with that twenty-five thouski
Now I just want mercy for these demons all around me
I got demons all around me, I got demons all, yuh
Like wowski, allow me at your [?], used to run a hit
with that twenty-five thouski
Now I just want mercy for these demons all around me
I got demons all, I got—
Like [?] in the dark
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Huh
Okay
This that motherf**kin' clear the room (Clear it)
Something's finna happen, I'ma make it clear to you
I'm goin' ninety-five and pa**in', hydroplanin', steerin' through
A bunch of guppies movin' funny, when they duck it, fear the truth
I'm goin' public with my f**k y'all, f**k 'bout how I come off
I was burnin' CDs, sellin' candy out my lunchbox
And tryna get this one shot, f**kin' up the fun, dawg
Still weary 'round the straps from watchin' accidental gun—
Who the f**k you tryna stunt on? We the kids, the stuntman
Folks who see the ring of fire, spark a blunt and jump in
And young, you get accustomed (Yeah), happiness, dysfunction
And credit that from trips they should've nevеr took, but f**k it
We just tryna see something (Uh-huh), we just want a piеce of it (Uh-huh)
We just want you ask questions before you get us suggested (Uh-huh)
I just wan' chalk with my cousin (Uh-huh), said I'm stressed in my letter (Uh-huh)
I'ma send it like, "Why the hell would I say that? Make edits"
But with this sh*t, I got no hesitation (Yeah) or no reservations (Yeah)
Y'all be ga**in' surface-level lames like they some f**king saviors
Really, y'all can f**kin' save it
Like keep the chain, tuck your faces [?]
way too long and we gon' up the pacin'
Can't even control my wrath, mix tequila, cognac (Ha)
If my d**k is in the building, then it need a throat attached (Ha-ha)
You can really hold the laugh (Ha-ha), you don't even know the path (Yah)
If I'm ever actin' broke, it's 'cause I f**kin' own my raps (Motherf**ker)
Yeah, run it back like yeah, I own this sh*t (Uh-huh)
Behind a hippie b*t*h like stickers that say coexist (Ha-ha)
Huh, yeah, we used to get the spodie lit (We did)
Now I'm rooftop-drunk, curvin' the Chloe quit (Bye-bye)
Yeah, whatever city, state or coast and sh*t (Whatever)
I'm the coldest in that b*t*h and you gon' know this sh*t (On God)
Yeah, you smokin' rock if you ain't noticed it
But I'ma have y'all itchin' necks, go 'head and quote this sh*t
Like wowski, allow me at your [?], used to run a hit
with that twenty-five thouski
Now I just want mercy for these demons all around me
I got demons all around me, I got demons all, yuh
Like wowski, allow me at your [?], used to run a hit
with that twenty-five thouski
Now I just want mercy for these demons all around me
I got demons all, I got—
Like [?] in the dark
