CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Middle of It
(We got Xander)
Yeah
(Yo Nick Papz, make it slap)
I'm not the leader but follow the lead
Poppin' some sh*t that's out of your league
Shawty identical, Bella Hadid (Shawty identical)
She beggin', tellin' me "Please"
The Patek keep tellin' her to freeze (Freeze)
She think I tell her to chill and I'm tryna tell her to leave (Leave)
Woah, woah, woah
Bendin' in the corner, I (Bendin', bendin')
Bendin' the corner, I drum up some sh*t
I think you know about times it was lit
Seventeen summers been runnin' this sh*t
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I heard lil' shawty was f**kin' a Crip
Bought her a blue Birkin now I got her whole crew workin' on me, suckin' that d**k, woah (Woah, woah)
I do not parlay with thots (I don't)
I'd rather party with Glocks
Hangin' with killers and callin' the shots (Yeah)
n***as be beefin' with gang, can't go to the club, we in all the spots, yeah
n***as be beefin' with gang, no cuffin' no hoes, yeah, all of them thots
All of my homies a hunnid and more (Woo)
Ain't got a honey bun, go to the store (Woo)
Not to demean you but I gotta teach you, if you want this money, you doin' your chores
Washin' your dishes, the rags and the riches
The Glock with the switches, we handlin' business
We go on a mission, we don't know no b*t*hes
Now spend like a ticket, we goin' to court (Yeah)
Dropped in the DM, like, "f**k is you doin' this for?," you know I was goin' to war
She tried to link me and give me two and a four, I left it in a hole in the floor
Left on the chopper, I feel like I'm Chapo, I got out that b*t*h and I turn up some more
Went to Miami for four hunnid thousand, to roll up some loud with a boat on the water (Woah)
Yeah
(Yo Nick Papz, make it slap)
I'm not the leader but follow the lead
Poppin' some sh*t that's out of your league
Shawty identical, Bella Hadid (Shawty identical)
She beggin', tellin' me "Please"
The Patek keep tellin' her to freeze (Freeze)
She think I tell her to chill and I'm tryna tell her to leave (Leave)
Woah, woah, woah
Bendin' in the corner, I (Bendin', bendin')
Bendin' the corner, I drum up some sh*t
I think you know about times it was lit
Seventeen summers been runnin' this sh*t
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I heard lil' shawty was f**kin' a Crip
Bought her a blue Birkin now I got her whole crew workin' on me, suckin' that d**k, woah (Woah, woah)
I do not parlay with thots (I don't)
I'd rather party with Glocks
Hangin' with killers and callin' the shots (Yeah)
n***as be beefin' with gang, can't go to the club, we in all the spots, yeah
n***as be beefin' with gang, no cuffin' no hoes, yeah, all of them thots
All of my homies a hunnid and more (Woo)
Ain't got a honey bun, go to the store (Woo)
Not to demean you but I gotta teach you, if you want this money, you doin' your chores
Washin' your dishes, the rags and the riches
The Glock with the switches, we handlin' business
We go on a mission, we don't know no b*t*hes
Now spend like a ticket, we goin' to court (Yeah)
Dropped in the DM, like, "f**k is you doin' this for?," you know I was goin' to war
She tried to link me and give me two and a four, I left it in a hole in the floor
Left on the chopper, I feel like I'm Chapo, I got out that b*t*h and I turn up some more
Went to Miami for four hunnid thousand, to roll up some loud with a boat on the water (Woah)
