CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : VEXED
I-I-I-I IX FALL$
B*t*h, I'm vexed, pop out with the tecs
Yapping all that sh*t you're not about, give it a rest
Why these n***as pressed? All the f**k-sh*t got me stressed out
Really think he about it, I'ma put him to the test now
Better bring a vest, chopper make a mess
Better call your set, all them n***as seeing death
I can't even fret, he want smoke, that's a bet now
B*t*h, you ain't no threat, so, why the f**k you got your chest out?
Drop out and get dangerous, b*t*h, I be on that heinous sh*t
There ain't sh*t that you can say to this
When I'm up, pray I miss
Glock came with a beam, like what the f**k you mean?
Don't care about aiming sh*t, I bet it make him scream
When the whole the team pull up on hateful sh*t
Already know you hate this sh*t, don't even start complaining, b*t*h
It's gang against the world, if you don't like us, suck our a***es
He start it, I'ma finish this, sparking with extended clips
Might commit a sin and sh*t, he pull up, I'ma end his sh*t
He ain't really with the sh*ts, he gangsta with the pen and sh*t
I told him to drop the addy, run up on him, get to spinning sh*t
B*t*h, I'm banging drums like Joey Jordison
Ain't really much more to this
Might f**k around and make a couple hunnid 'cause I'm bored again
If Shïnï in the venue, know we're bringing the disorder in
We're sh*tting on these n***as, know it's tortuous
B*t*h, I'm vexed, pop out with the tecs
Yapping all that sh*t you're not about, give it a rest
Why these n***as pressed? All the f**k sh*t got me stressed out
Really think he about it, I'ma put him to the test now
Better bring a vest, chopper make a mess
Better call your set, all them n***as seeing death
I can't even fret, he want smoke, that's a bet now
B*t*h, you ain't no threat, so, why the f**k you got your chest out?
B*t*h, I'm vexed, pop out with the tecs
Yapping all that sh*t you're not about, give it a rest
Why these n***as pressed? All the f**k-sh*t got me stressed out
Really think he about it, I'ma put him to the test now
Better bring a vest, chopper make a mess
Better call your set, all them n***as seeing death
I can't even fret, he want smoke, that's a bet now
B*t*h, you ain't no threat, so, why the f**k you got your chest out?
Drop out and get dangerous, b*t*h, I be on that heinous sh*t
There ain't sh*t that you can say to this
When I'm up, pray I miss
Glock came with a beam, like what the f**k you mean?
Don't care about aiming sh*t, I bet it make him scream
When the whole the team pull up on hateful sh*t
Already know you hate this sh*t, don't even start complaining, b*t*h
It's gang against the world, if you don't like us, suck our a***es
He start it, I'ma finish this, sparking with extended clips
Might commit a sin and sh*t, he pull up, I'ma end his sh*t
He ain't really with the sh*ts, he gangsta with the pen and sh*t
I told him to drop the addy, run up on him, get to spinning sh*t
B*t*h, I'm banging drums like Joey Jordison
Ain't really much more to this
Might f**k around and make a couple hunnid 'cause I'm bored again
If Shïnï in the venue, know we're bringing the disorder in
We're sh*tting on these n***as, know it's tortuous
B*t*h, I'm vexed, pop out with the tecs
Yapping all that sh*t you're not about, give it a rest
Why these n***as pressed? All the f**k sh*t got me stressed out
Really think he about it, I'ma put him to the test now
Better bring a vest, chopper make a mess
Better call your set, all them n***as seeing death
I can't even fret, he want smoke, that's a bet now
B*t*h, you ain't no threat, so, why the f**k you got your chest out?
