CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Satan’s Tears
Bim, guess what?
Rain is falling the wrong way
Going too fast, andante
Slippin on my ashes like pompeii
I don’t go to jesus on sunday
Satanic, or else?
Trapped like an elf on the shelf
Satan’s tears are all my fears
Trapped like a- (Bim, guess what?)
Rain is falling the wrong way
Going too fast, andante
Slippin on my ashes like pompeii
I don’t go to jesus on sunday
Satanic, or else?
Trapped like an elf on the shelf
Satan’s tears are all my fears
Trapped like a- (Bim, guess what?)
Yuh, yuh, ayy
Your b*t*hes be bonkers, your b*t*hes be trippin
You wearin all blue, but you know I ain't pimpin
n***as I say I got me bent, but you know I ain't slippin
The way the ice on the water, you know she be drippin (ayy)
Take off go get the bag, take off jet lag
Just call yo ass, just like “go at it”, ayy
And she runnin the bullets play tag, ayy, ayy
Beat a n***a block up, with the Glock up, let her rock up
Then I f**k up your momma, she suck my c*ck up (giggle)
And by c*ck, I mean chicken, b*t*h, I be sippin'
f**kin these hoes, and your b*t*h, she be dippin, ayy
Feel like I got a black belt the way I’m pinnin these n***as
The way I'm spinning these n***as
The way they jumpin, muthaf**ka, and now they
Drowning these n***as, b*t*h I'm going Browning these n***as, like tell your hoe— (Bim, guess what?)
Kill a pu**y n***a, put him in the dirt n***a
f**k your b*t*h, then I make her squirt, n***a
Then I kill a pu**y n***a uh, yuh, get a n***a murked, n***a!
I feel like a flamethrower the way i be spittin this fire
Tell your b*t*h I admire, and I gave her the sauce just like Meyers
Muthaf**ka I put fire, I pour lean on your—
Rain is falling the wrong way
Going too fast, andante
Slippin on my ashes like pompeii
I don’t go to jesus on sunday
Satanic, or else?
Trapped like an elf on the shelf
Satan’s tears are all my fears
Trapped like a- (Bim, guess what?)
Rain is falling the wrong way
Going too fast, andante
Slippin on my ashes like pompeii
I don’t go to jesus on sunday
Satanic, or else?
Trapped like an elf on the shelf
Satan’s tears are all my fears
Trapped like a- (Bim, guess what?)
Yuh, yuh, ayy
Your b*t*hes be bonkers, your b*t*hes be trippin
You wearin all blue, but you know I ain't pimpin
n***as I say I got me bent, but you know I ain't slippin
The way the ice on the water, you know she be drippin (ayy)
Take off go get the bag, take off jet lag
Just call yo ass, just like “go at it”, ayy
And she runnin the bullets play tag, ayy, ayy
Beat a n***a block up, with the Glock up, let her rock up
Then I f**k up your momma, she suck my c*ck up (giggle)
And by c*ck, I mean chicken, b*t*h, I be sippin'
f**kin these hoes, and your b*t*h, she be dippin, ayy
Feel like I got a black belt the way I’m pinnin these n***as
The way I'm spinning these n***as
The way they jumpin, muthaf**ka, and now they
Drowning these n***as, b*t*h I'm going Browning these n***as, like tell your hoe— (Bim, guess what?)
Kill a pu**y n***a, put him in the dirt n***a
f**k your b*t*h, then I make her squirt, n***a
Then I kill a pu**y n***a uh, yuh, get a n***a murked, n***a!
I feel like a flamethrower the way i be spittin this fire
Tell your b*t*h I admire, and I gave her the sauce just like Meyers
Muthaf**ka I put fire, I pour lean on your—
