CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Pose to do
(Intro)
You prolly living off of lunchables
Yeah I was living off of a hustle
You was living off yo mommy though
I was chillin off of cocaine
Chop it up, ship it up yeah I'm insane
Chop it up, ship it up yeah I’m insane
Chop it up, ship it up yeah I'm insane
I was chillin off of cocaine
Chop it up, ship it up yeah I'm insane
(Hook)
A-A-A-ll my b*t*hes ready yeah, all my b*t*hes ready (yeah)
I get em so wet that’s what I'm pose to do (uh)
All my triggers steady dawg all my triggers steady (oh)
Fake claiming ass thugs get they biggest doom (what)(repeat)
(Verse 1)
My money keep piling (who)
I got the jeweler, my b*t*h got stylist (yeah)
I am a righty, activist, I conserv all of my powеr (facts)
T.I. the GOAT, king of the south, but he don't see showеrs (eww)
I write a song, don't you compare me to these mumble rappers (nah)
Uzi is garb, Mathers the GOAT, Lord Jamar is trash
I got the bag, Drizzy in booth, Greatness got bars
I see good, I don't see flaws
Take that hoe out, then take off my draws
Yes we f**king raw
Put my d**k up in her jaw, have her swallow the law
She a democrat so these liberals be in her head
What I'm suppose to do when it comes to the bed
Is she go say Biden's right then Trump is the feds
Rnb that Usher, we f**king to Chris Breezy like I said (no homo)
You prolly living off of lunchables
Yeah I was living off of a hustle
You was living off yo mommy though
I was chillin off of cocaine
Chop it up, ship it up yeah I'm insane
Chop it up, ship it up yeah I’m insane
Chop it up, ship it up yeah I'm insane
I was chillin off of cocaine
Chop it up, ship it up yeah I'm insane
(Hook)
A-A-A-ll my b*t*hes ready yeah, all my b*t*hes ready (yeah)
I get em so wet that’s what I'm pose to do (uh)
All my triggers steady dawg all my triggers steady (oh)
Fake claiming ass thugs get they biggest doom (what)(repeat)
(Verse 1)
My money keep piling (who)
I got the jeweler, my b*t*h got stylist (yeah)
I am a righty, activist, I conserv all of my powеr (facts)
T.I. the GOAT, king of the south, but he don't see showеrs (eww)
I write a song, don't you compare me to these mumble rappers (nah)
Uzi is garb, Mathers the GOAT, Lord Jamar is trash
I got the bag, Drizzy in booth, Greatness got bars
I see good, I don't see flaws
Take that hoe out, then take off my draws
Yes we f**king raw
Put my d**k up in her jaw, have her swallow the law
She a democrat so these liberals be in her head
What I'm suppose to do when it comes to the bed
Is she go say Biden's right then Trump is the feds
Rnb that Usher, we f**king to Chris Breezy like I said (no homo)
