CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Bongs In Peace
I don't wanna roll in peace I
Smoke cones outta bongs till I fall asleep/ I don’t smoke cones discreet I smoke bongs till I'm dead and they call me deceased
Little c**t ciggy buts drinking outta henny cups
I got many buds
Frees on beats I trap with anyone
We thieve on the streets till they say keep it steady c**t
I reside in the West with bags of buds packed
A single stick the surrounds my nut-sack
Smoking outta the Gatorade like f**k that
You ain't a real rapper till you get a face tat (pfff)
Face that
Face facts
This ain’t a race keep pace where you based at
Women and liquor chilling in my main pad
They telling me to bust then saying i need to stay back
Sick of bringing us down I'm going up
They hating us because we coming up
Coming up go down coz of drugs
I can't deal with these c**ts that say I need to give it up
Bust it up you don't f**k sh*t up I roll around in a whip with my fingers up
But I'm over this sh*t
420 stoner with spliffs
I'm a loner who spits
I'm alone with the cones
I'm alone with the dope
I’m alone with my phone calling triple 0
I be spitting low
I be spitting writtens on a Rhythm When i gotta get it I duck and then I hit em
420 fam this a life that we living
Chill chill brudda I’m chill
I don't f**k with the fakes only f**k with the real
Sucking on a buegs
Telling the truth tryna win but the want me to lose
Drinking the booze
I’m drunk and confused
I spaz when I rap man I'm blowing a fuse
I don't need to pretend
I just do me
I fiend for the mic and my weapons a pen
Like a sword that I wield
I'd rather be dead
Then be with the fakes man I f**k with the real
F**k a snake yeah
F**k fake friends
420 fam chill I wanna make trends
I don’t wanna make friends
I wanna make cash
Dash back it's spilling I wanna make tracks
Make stacks make racks
Wrapping in rubber bands I'm making these fans fall back
I wanna smoke bongs in peace leave me to be or leave me deceased
I don't wanna roll in peace i smoke cones while I'm working on a master piece
Man I'm just starting why you asking before I grab a pistol grip
This ain't Tekashi when you try pa** me sh*t you get pistol whipped
But I'm eager to test
Wanna read with the best
Wanna kill all the rest
I would die for my bros chilling up in my nest
I would chill with my bros till my life ends
I said it like a hunnid of times I wanna vibe while I'm high
While the spliffs alight
For my bros ride or die
Till we hit that mile
Wanna rap my sh*t with that ambiguous style
I'm spitting alone in my room
Sucking these buegs
And I'm as high as a roof
Take time
Time flys
When I'm making records I wreck it at ba** line
Chilling on the rhythm I kill em like I'm a villain
Making money coz I'm dealing
I roast em and then I grill em
I don't wanna roll in peace I
Smoke cones outta bongs till I fall asleep/ I don't smoke cones discreet I smoke bongs till I'm dead and they call me deceased
Smoke cones outta bongs till I fall asleep/ I don’t smoke cones discreet I smoke bongs till I'm dead and they call me deceased
Little c**t ciggy buts drinking outta henny cups
I got many buds
Frees on beats I trap with anyone
We thieve on the streets till they say keep it steady c**t
I reside in the West with bags of buds packed
A single stick the surrounds my nut-sack
Smoking outta the Gatorade like f**k that
You ain't a real rapper till you get a face tat (pfff)
Face that
Face facts
This ain’t a race keep pace where you based at
Women and liquor chilling in my main pad
They telling me to bust then saying i need to stay back
Sick of bringing us down I'm going up
They hating us because we coming up
Coming up go down coz of drugs
I can't deal with these c**ts that say I need to give it up
Bust it up you don't f**k sh*t up I roll around in a whip with my fingers up
But I'm over this sh*t
420 stoner with spliffs
I'm a loner who spits
I'm alone with the cones
I'm alone with the dope
I’m alone with my phone calling triple 0
I be spitting low
I be spitting writtens on a Rhythm When i gotta get it I duck and then I hit em
420 fam this a life that we living
Chill chill brudda I’m chill
I don't f**k with the fakes only f**k with the real
Sucking on a buegs
Telling the truth tryna win but the want me to lose
Drinking the booze
I’m drunk and confused
I spaz when I rap man I'm blowing a fuse
I don't need to pretend
I just do me
I fiend for the mic and my weapons a pen
Like a sword that I wield
I'd rather be dead
Then be with the fakes man I f**k with the real
F**k a snake yeah
F**k fake friends
420 fam chill I wanna make trends
I don’t wanna make friends
I wanna make cash
Dash back it's spilling I wanna make tracks
Make stacks make racks
Wrapping in rubber bands I'm making these fans fall back
I wanna smoke bongs in peace leave me to be or leave me deceased
I don't wanna roll in peace i smoke cones while I'm working on a master piece
Man I'm just starting why you asking before I grab a pistol grip
This ain't Tekashi when you try pa** me sh*t you get pistol whipped
But I'm eager to test
Wanna read with the best
Wanna kill all the rest
I would die for my bros chilling up in my nest
I would chill with my bros till my life ends
I said it like a hunnid of times I wanna vibe while I'm high
While the spliffs alight
For my bros ride or die
Till we hit that mile
Wanna rap my sh*t with that ambiguous style
I'm spitting alone in my room
Sucking these buegs
And I'm as high as a roof
Take time
Time flys
When I'm making records I wreck it at ba** line
Chilling on the rhythm I kill em like I'm a villain
Making money coz I'm dealing
I roast em and then I grill em
I don't wanna roll in peace I
Smoke cones outta bongs till I fall asleep/ I don't smoke cones discreet I smoke bongs till I'm dead and they call me deceased
