CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : TO THE GRAVE
(Hook)
Woke up this morning with a smile on my face
Knowing I'mma get paid on my way to the grave
Hard to keep track, I suppose imma waste it
Going downtown all my friends getting wasted
My vacation
All that I'm taking
I don't need your trash beat pack
f**k your placement
Got the loud pack out back for the cravings
I am Jack Black, put your face to the pavement
(Verse)
f**k it now my voice is horse
Suck it all your flows are washed
Boutta drive bucket to the dealership and cop a Porsche
Pull up and I pop the doors
Enter female Labradors
I don't speak broke
Only code you talk is in morse
Closed I keep it indoors
Fashion wanna endorse
Freshman list can ignore
Whilst your b*t*h trynna implore me
Stand on my money, I'm so tall she can't ignore me
You stand on yours, you a Lanez you looking Tory
My rollie go Tick Tick Tick
She grab on my d**k-ick-ick
She suck like a Tick-ick-ick
When I'm with your girl she ask me to
Take a flick-ick-ick
Flick it like a Bic-ic-ic
Camera Phone go click-ick-ick
You look like a lick-ick-ick
Little boy a prick-ick-ick
Music make me sick-ick-ick
I'mma throw your cap in the air
Like I'm Bobby b*t*h
All of my conglomerates
Chilling getting Roddy Rich
Type that make yo palmy itch
Leave you with no pot to p*ss
With confidence
Caught a lick
You chicken sh*t
(Hook)
Woke up this morning with a smile on my face
Knowing I'mma get paid on my way to the grave
Hard to keep track, I suppose imma waste it
Going downtown all my friends getting wasted
Woke up this morning with a smile on my face
Knowing I'mma get paid on my way to the grave
Hard to keep track, I suppose imma waste it
Going downtown all my friends getting wasted
Woke up this morning with a smile on my face
Knowing I'mma get paid on my way to the grave
Hard to keep track, I suppose imma waste it
Going downtown all my friends getting wasted
My vacation
All that I'm taking
I don't need your trash beat pack
f**k your placement
Got the loud pack out back for the cravings
I am Jack Black, put your face to the pavement
(Verse)
f**k it now my voice is horse
Suck it all your flows are washed
Boutta drive bucket to the dealership and cop a Porsche
Pull up and I pop the doors
Enter female Labradors
I don't speak broke
Only code you talk is in morse
Closed I keep it indoors
Fashion wanna endorse
Freshman list can ignore
Whilst your b*t*h trynna implore me
Stand on my money, I'm so tall she can't ignore me
You stand on yours, you a Lanez you looking Tory
My rollie go Tick Tick Tick
She grab on my d**k-ick-ick
She suck like a Tick-ick-ick
When I'm with your girl she ask me to
Take a flick-ick-ick
Flick it like a Bic-ic-ic
Camera Phone go click-ick-ick
You look like a lick-ick-ick
Little boy a prick-ick-ick
Music make me sick-ick-ick
I'mma throw your cap in the air
Like I'm Bobby b*t*h
All of my conglomerates
Chilling getting Roddy Rich
Type that make yo palmy itch
Leave you with no pot to p*ss
With confidence
Caught a lick
You chicken sh*t
(Hook)
Woke up this morning with a smile on my face
Knowing I'mma get paid on my way to the grave
Hard to keep track, I suppose imma waste it
Going downtown all my friends getting wasted
Woke up this morning with a smile on my face
Knowing I'mma get paid on my way to the grave
Hard to keep track, I suppose imma waste it
Going downtown all my friends getting wasted
