CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : For Me
(Nile, I hear you)
(Pablo, you crazy for this one, haha)
It’s the Wockhardt kind with no cut for me
It’s the Glock 26 on tuck for me
It's the how you buy a purse but ain't f**k for me
It's the ass shots she got up in the butt for me
It's the how you rob a n***a without a gun for me?
How you keep catchin' charges, gettin' bonds for me?
It’s the I’m on a flex when I get a loan for me
It's the scammin' who I f**k for some phones for me
It's the Rollie for me, it's the Patek for me
Know I'm goin' up, go get a ladder for me
Yeah, I'm pourin' up, three in the Fanta for me
She in Texas, shе flew to Atlanta for me
I don't give a f**k 'bout no VIP wristband
Ayy, book mе, I f**k around, throw up the backend
My brother couldn't make this show, he got the pack in
I’m mad that I f**ked the hoe, she got some bad friends
It's you braggin' on your pu**y but when I get in it, you runnin' from me
f**k up her hairdo and buy her some weaves
It's the yes, she bad but she get naked for weed
Ayy, it's the way you gotta cramp the Lamb for me
It's the puttin' guns on the gram for me
Yeah the hoe from Chiraq, say she knew Lil Reese
I'm makin' moves, I won't renew the lease
Foot on they neck, got my hand on the check, I ain't takin' no bet unless they betting the house
I got lean in a drought
I make money independent, the paramedics dyin' for a [?]
You might die over that note, you might die over that post
You play with us? You just might die over that joke
You better check up, I mean you gon' die with that hoe
In my city you lack, you gon' die with that smoke
(Pablo, you crazy for this one, haha)
It’s the Wockhardt kind with no cut for me
It’s the Glock 26 on tuck for me
It's the how you buy a purse but ain't f**k for me
It's the ass shots she got up in the butt for me
It's the how you rob a n***a without a gun for me?
How you keep catchin' charges, gettin' bonds for me?
It’s the I’m on a flex when I get a loan for me
It's the scammin' who I f**k for some phones for me
It's the Rollie for me, it's the Patek for me
Know I'm goin' up, go get a ladder for me
Yeah, I'm pourin' up, three in the Fanta for me
She in Texas, shе flew to Atlanta for me
I don't give a f**k 'bout no VIP wristband
Ayy, book mе, I f**k around, throw up the backend
My brother couldn't make this show, he got the pack in
I’m mad that I f**ked the hoe, she got some bad friends
It's you braggin' on your pu**y but when I get in it, you runnin' from me
f**k up her hairdo and buy her some weaves
It's the yes, she bad but she get naked for weed
Ayy, it's the way you gotta cramp the Lamb for me
It's the puttin' guns on the gram for me
Yeah the hoe from Chiraq, say she knew Lil Reese
I'm makin' moves, I won't renew the lease
Foot on they neck, got my hand on the check, I ain't takin' no bet unless they betting the house
I got lean in a drought
I make money independent, the paramedics dyin' for a [?]
You might die over that note, you might die over that post
You play with us? You just might die over that joke
You better check up, I mean you gon' die with that hoe
In my city you lack, you gon' die with that smoke
