CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Gems
Yeah, yeah
Ayy Fly Jxy, turn this sh*t up
Can't do sh*t good but I f**k up a [?]
She ain't sh*t but she riding with me so I'm holding her hand
Plotting on me but you don't got a plan, huh
Run up that boy, he a gram
What would I do with no friends?
F**k it, I don't really need no friends
I'm too stuck, I'ma stay to the end
You riding with me then you throw up a hand
This sh*t get real and I know that it can
Was selling them stones and we came up off sticks
Still smoking on dope and I'm cooling with 6
B*t*h so bad but she can't get a kiss
I'm going to hell and I'm taking that b*t*h
I'm cool, she think that she hot but I'm cool
She wanna get high like I do
I'm sharing my pain with you
I'm sharing these drugs too
She wanna get high like the roof
I'm living this sh*t and it's proof
I don't really know what to do
I don't really know what to do
I got blood on the racks
Try not to make a mess whеn I f**k up a check
See that boy [?]
He was speaking on thе gang, now they burning his flesh
I told my demons, "Come and get me"
They want my soul but I told 'em that sh*t was dead
The grim reaper take cash
Put a bag on you then he collecting that debt
My b*t*h a dog but I want me a cat
This sh*t real, you can die 'bout some racks
I'm getting money, I'm in love with the racks
It was too fed so I'm killing them both
I want your soul, I can't count all these racks alone
Oh well, I got stacks in that bank
Walking through hell, I'm holding her hand
I don't even care if they know who I am
I'm taking that check like I need some-- I need some gems
That blood so wet, I had to learn how to swim, damn
Ayy Fly Jxy, turn this sh*t up
Can't do sh*t good but I f**k up a [?]
She ain't sh*t but she riding with me so I'm holding her hand
Plotting on me but you don't got a plan, huh
Run up that boy, he a gram
What would I do with no friends?
F**k it, I don't really need no friends
I'm too stuck, I'ma stay to the end
You riding with me then you throw up a hand
This sh*t get real and I know that it can
Was selling them stones and we came up off sticks
Still smoking on dope and I'm cooling with 6
B*t*h so bad but she can't get a kiss
I'm going to hell and I'm taking that b*t*h
I'm cool, she think that she hot but I'm cool
She wanna get high like I do
I'm sharing my pain with you
I'm sharing these drugs too
She wanna get high like the roof
I'm living this sh*t and it's proof
I don't really know what to do
I don't really know what to do
I got blood on the racks
Try not to make a mess whеn I f**k up a check
See that boy [?]
He was speaking on thе gang, now they burning his flesh
I told my demons, "Come and get me"
They want my soul but I told 'em that sh*t was dead
The grim reaper take cash
Put a bag on you then he collecting that debt
My b*t*h a dog but I want me a cat
This sh*t real, you can die 'bout some racks
I'm getting money, I'm in love with the racks
It was too fed so I'm killing them both
I want your soul, I can't count all these racks alone
Oh well, I got stacks in that bank
Walking through hell, I'm holding her hand
I don't even care if they know who I am
I'm taking that check like I need some-- I need some gems
That blood so wet, I had to learn how to swim, damn
