CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Freezee

Who made this sh*t? TayTay made the beat

Thoughts in my head
Show her clear vision, what you see?
Shawty ballin, getting money over meds
She the type of woman that I need
Pull that Five-O out my pants, they call police
Make a n***a freeze, freeze
Told 'em f**k em all now they all against me
n***a please, n***a please

n***a please tell these hoes I don't need 'em
Tell these n***as they gon' die that's if they try for any reason
Bang that five i keep my fire he choose a side we leave him bleeding
I'm the one I know they want but I'm the one that they ain't needing
Grass ain't green everything flooded right on the other end
Get a drop, we movin' there
This for my n***as locked inside the pen, go to sleep with knife in hand
He ain't going home he say his case to cold, this for my lifer friends
This for my cousin in that cut dawg tryna flip that b*t*h to a benz
Swing that choppa make him stutter, Dada kill me what you tell em
Stone cold stepper
Get anything I want, anything I want I get, all I do is tell em
Except this one pu**y ass n***a he be runnin from me you know imma catch him
250-HP you get hard points you stretch that b*t*h in his own section

Thoughts in my head
Show a clear vision, what you see?
Shawty ballin, getting money over meds
She the type of woman that I need
Pull that Five-O out my pants, they call police
Make a n***a freeze, freeze
Told 'em f**k em all now they all against me
n***a please, n***a please

With all due respect n***a please
Comprehend be deceived, cool your mind with leaves
Low self esteem, iron sting marks on top his head turn to them beams
Without that laser imma spot his ass and crop his ass right off the scene
Do that b*t*h dirty he gon' end up murdered, know what I mean
Yo intentions guilty, you ain't innocent, let a pu**y n***a say I owe him one thing
You gon' fall in love right with that pu**y n***a while you was soulja hating on me
If sh*t went left ... at 5 at night only right to make him bleed
I'm on demon time I mean 5 am that's morning time for the b*t*h to leave
In the morning time dropping morning rhymes got that morning fire for the birds to sing
Taking lycetol with the quinine when its coming back it be looking mean
Yo partna nod off, you finish shooting you gon' die here, imma dirty b*t*h
You gon' need five testers before we through we ain't going out till we get this sh*t

Thoughts in my head
Show her clear vision, what you see?
Shawty ballin, getting money over meds
She the type of woman that I need
Pull that Five-O out my pants, they call police
Make a n***a freeze, freeze
Told 'em f**k em all now they all against me
n***a please, n***a please

Who made this sh*t? TayTay made the beat