CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Didn’t ask!
Konichiwa fumi, hai
Game over
b*t*h baby, ugh
Pull up on yo b*t*h, and we make a movie (okay, yuh)
Tell her to send me a call, wait okay I lied
Piled up on my line, baby take a sign
I'm not takin' time, you were just a side
Now I'm cuttin' ties
Steal your sh*t, like a pirate
I'm on my Martin Scorsese I'm crazy
Got free wifi on my phone, b*t*h I'm lazy
Peter Piper, I hit her regardless
I send yo', b*t*h a, text and she callin' me papi
She Call me (Onee-Chan)
Okay I ain't no money, I ain't got no class (what?)
Giving me this attitude, just shut the f**k up with your sass (with the sass)
My wallet be emptier than a f**king lays bag
Stop relying on me because I ain't your f**king dad (I ain't your dad)
I ain't your dad, the way you ask for approval
I been dodging messages, where did they go I just removed them (huh?)
Just removed that f**king ping, it was annoying, hear you sing like (Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Okay like, pussies talkin' sh*t, and I'm splittin' em like a wishbone
b*t*hes talkin' sh*t and they hittin' me on my trapphone
How the f**k you know my name, I don't hang wit' you
Ramsey chop chop blade, I cut lames off
Evil b*t*hes they got fangs, that run fades wit' you
Tongue is covered in propane, I set flames off
Yeah I cash in my stimulus for a hundred dollar flesh-light
You can mind your business, don't ask me about my sex-life
She call me (Daddy)
(ahem)
Wait uh, did you ask for me (No)
Well that's too bad for you
And I think you're just too bad for me (Like really)
You're terrible, I won't sugar coat it
You're just not satisfying, not flexible like me (me)
B-B-Be careful stepping up to me
I'm prolly taller than you, by like six feet
You're a little ant to me, magnifying glass
Bring you to a crispy chip, then I eat you
Off the concrete (haha)
I'm kidding, that's nasty (ew)
Game over
b*t*h baby, ugh
Pull up on yo b*t*h, and we make a movie (okay, yuh)
Tell her to send me a call, wait okay I lied
Piled up on my line, baby take a sign
I'm not takin' time, you were just a side
Now I'm cuttin' ties
Steal your sh*t, like a pirate
I'm on my Martin Scorsese I'm crazy
Got free wifi on my phone, b*t*h I'm lazy
Peter Piper, I hit her regardless
I send yo', b*t*h a, text and she callin' me papi
She Call me (Onee-Chan)
Okay I ain't no money, I ain't got no class (what?)
Giving me this attitude, just shut the f**k up with your sass (with the sass)
My wallet be emptier than a f**king lays bag
Stop relying on me because I ain't your f**king dad (I ain't your dad)
I ain't your dad, the way you ask for approval
I been dodging messages, where did they go I just removed them (huh?)
Just removed that f**king ping, it was annoying, hear you sing like (Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Okay like, pussies talkin' sh*t, and I'm splittin' em like a wishbone
b*t*hes talkin' sh*t and they hittin' me on my trapphone
How the f**k you know my name, I don't hang wit' you
Ramsey chop chop blade, I cut lames off
Evil b*t*hes they got fangs, that run fades wit' you
Tongue is covered in propane, I set flames off
Yeah I cash in my stimulus for a hundred dollar flesh-light
You can mind your business, don't ask me about my sex-life
She call me (Daddy)
(ahem)
Wait uh, did you ask for me (No)
Well that's too bad for you
And I think you're just too bad for me (Like really)
You're terrible, I won't sugar coat it
You're just not satisfying, not flexible like me (me)
B-B-Be careful stepping up to me
I'm prolly taller than you, by like six feet
You're a little ant to me, magnifying glass
Bring you to a crispy chip, then I eat you
Off the concrete (haha)
I'm kidding, that's nasty (ew)
