CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Not A Rapper
Yeah, yeah
Bad b*t*h from the hood, she ratchet
New Glock on my hip, this plastic
I just bought a new whip, five fifty M6
Then my fingers rubbed in, I smashed it
b*t*h, I'm a thug n***a, ho, I'm not a rapper
Run up with the plug, whole hood got the backend
Broke out the Rolls truck, Baby, what we ridin' in?
Rolls truck parked in the hood, don't drive it
Next one I catch slick dissin', we gon' slide 'em
Catch a bad b*t*h with a n***a still DMin'
Turned to a rat, it don't matter, I don't be with him
Dugg says, "It's up," then I'm flyin' to the D with him
Corvette or two-seater, how you got three wit 'em?
Middle of the projects, don't mess three with 'em
Run it through the sack, back, I guess I'ma run it back
I'm goin' for the touchdown, we caught us a flea flicker
When I slide some tints on the low-key vehicle
n***as really b*t*hes on whatever I'm feelin'
Next n***a mention my name, I'll kill him
And y'all ain't the same, I'm different
I hit his man, he trippin'
n***a, f**k these b*t*hes, nah, f**k y'all n***as
Hit my n***a Baby for the G behind the PM
Five outta nine, I done hit a n***a BM
I bet whatever on the team, f**k a re-up
These n***as hoes, half of 'em wanna be us
Pull his b*t*h right in his face, that be us
Bad b*t*h from the hood, she ratchet
New Glock on my hip, this plastic
I just bought a new whip, five fifty M6
Then my fingers rubbed in, I smashed it
b*t*h, I'm a thug n***a, ho, I'm not a rapper
Run up with the plug, whole hood got the backend
Broke out the Rolls truck, Baby, what we ridin' in?
Rolls truck parked in the hood, don't drive it
Next one I catch slick dissin', we gon' slide 'em
Catch a bad b*t*h with a n***a still DMin'
Turned to a rat, it don't matter, I don't be with him
Dugg says, "It's up," then I'm flyin' to the D with him
Corvette or two-seater, how you got three wit 'em?
Middle of the projects, don't mess three with 'em
Run it through the sack, back, I guess I'ma run it back
I'm goin' for the touchdown, we caught us a flea flicker
When I slide some tints on the low-key vehicle
n***as really b*t*hes on whatever I'm feelin'
Next n***a mention my name, I'll kill him
And y'all ain't the same, I'm different
I hit his man, he trippin'
n***a, f**k these b*t*hes, nah, f**k y'all n***as
Hit my n***a Baby for the G behind the PM
Five outta nine, I done hit a n***a BM
I bet whatever on the team, f**k a re-up
These n***as hoes, half of 'em wanna be us
Pull his b*t*h right in his face, that be us
