CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Backstreet

(Ooh, the thirteen)

This just how the game go, I came from the ghetto
I'm stacking my chips, I ain't talking 'bout Fritos
Watch what you say when you talkin' 'bout me, though
She wanna ride in the coupe, it ain't free, though
Don't try to be all in my face when I land
Just became a fan, slept on like a Xan'
I be gettin' bands, get 'em in advance
Any n***a call me out, I never ran
Got your baby mama rockin' my brand
Only smokin' KK, that's the only strand
Wake up every day to go chase me the bands
Then I spend some bands, then get it again

n***a still trappin' on the backstreet
n***a got a problem, don't at me
n***a still trappin' on thе backstreet
n***a got a problem, don't at me
n***a still trappin' on the backstreet
n***a got a problеm, don't at me
Wonder why these n***as don't like me
I be with them shooters that pack heat
n***a still trappin' on the backstreet
Wonder why these n***as don't like me
n***a got a problem, don't at me (Okay)
I be with them shooters that pack heat