CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Fuk U (Diss Track)

(Hook)
f**k dem n***as (repeat 10xs)

f**k Colom Records, tell them b*t*hes count they days
Since I got all these chains they must think a n***a a slave
They want a n***a that own no masters
They want a n***a that call them master
Hell no, I ain't gon' go, David ain't no ho
If I waited on Colom, then I'd be out here broke
I sold album, sold-out shows but I never sold my soul
n***a do all this f**kin' grindin', hustlin', 24/7
Soon as my sh*t starts adding up, they want all the credit (f**k y'all hoes)
Record labels can eat a d**k
They wanna sit back and get rich
You in a Lake House in New Port
What the f**k you know about a hit?
How I last this f**kin' long, I stay solid to this day
They throw a contract in your face, want you to sign your life away
f**k 'em


(Hook)
f**k dem n***as (repeat 10xs)