CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Sack Right

(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)

Uh, okay, last night, I'm still recovering up from last night
Last night I was fighting demons with my past life
That’s right, I was pouring drank, was sippin' Act', right
Addicted to the fast life
Okay, yesterday, really can’t remember much from yesterday
But every day I wake up I turn into a cheddar chase
A heavyweight, I'm a heavyweight, you's a featherweight
Need to get your cheddar straight, yeah
What the f**k?
This b*t*h old as hell and I'm young as f**k
She drunk as f**k
In my face talking about her tummy tuck
She such a sl*t
Down to suck and f**k 'cause my money up
Know I got my money up

Do my own thing in my own lane, okay, let's go
Gang gang on the same thing, yeah
It don't make no sense if it don't make no paper this year
And all I got to say to a hater this year
Okay, go get your sack right, get your sack right, yeah
Get your sack right, go get your sack right, yeah
Get your sack right, go get your sack right, yeah
Get your sack right, go get your sack right, yeah (Yeah, Gotti)