CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : HOW
Ibis, what the hell?
Yeah, ayy
I miss when the love was real
I miss when you text me at night and tell me how you really feel
I miss when life didn't consist of always having fucking chills
I miss those days runnin' 'with my brothers, I can't wait to have it back
Yeah, been in the crib for a year but look at me now, uh, yeah
They prolly lookin' at me like uh, like how?
Wow, he makin' better music than these pussy rappers, guess he made them his child, when?
They gon' send that motherfucker out to Rolling Loud and tear up the crowd
Don't worry people give me a second
All I gotta do is count my blessings
Pussy talking, we gon' send him to heaven
'Cause no one should ever talk to the Devil
The industry look at me like a rebel
'Cause if they put me on it, everybody on the label gonna have to settle, pause
Watchin' moves slow, move flow and push the petal to the metal
You say you work hard but I don't agree
Watch me, you gon' catch a degree
At the same time I'ma flood up the scene
And drop a tape prolly 100 degrees
OG's telling me that I'm steeze
Like I'm Lil Baby, how ya doin'? I'm nasty
Can't fuck hoes 'cause I'm keeping it classy
Bro hide the weed, put it in a baggy
I don't got a son, stop calling me daddy
I could afford it but I copped me a caddy, uh, yeah
It could hold me some baddies
Rich things but I'm still drinking addy
Sometimes I just like feeling crabby
This past year I been low of the lows
Ain't nobody gonna break me, I know it
She miss me, she probably wanna blow it
Well baby, that's rad
I miss when the love was real
I miss when you text me at night and tell me how you really feel
I miss when life didn't consist of always having fucking chills
I miss those days runnin' 'with my brothers, I can't wait to have it back
Yeah, been in the crib for a year but look at me now, uh, yeah
They prolly lookin' at me like uh, like how?
Haha
Yeah, ayy
I miss when the love was real
I miss when you text me at night and tell me how you really feel
I miss when life didn't consist of always having fucking chills
I miss those days runnin' 'with my brothers, I can't wait to have it back
Yeah, been in the crib for a year but look at me now, uh, yeah
They prolly lookin' at me like uh, like how?
Wow, he makin' better music than these pussy rappers, guess he made them his child, when?
They gon' send that motherfucker out to Rolling Loud and tear up the crowd
Don't worry people give me a second
All I gotta do is count my blessings
Pussy talking, we gon' send him to heaven
'Cause no one should ever talk to the Devil
The industry look at me like a rebel
'Cause if they put me on it, everybody on the label gonna have to settle, pause
Watchin' moves slow, move flow and push the petal to the metal
You say you work hard but I don't agree
Watch me, you gon' catch a degree
At the same time I'ma flood up the scene
And drop a tape prolly 100 degrees
OG's telling me that I'm steeze
Like I'm Lil Baby, how ya doin'? I'm nasty
Can't fuck hoes 'cause I'm keeping it classy
Bro hide the weed, put it in a baggy
I don't got a son, stop calling me daddy
I could afford it but I copped me a caddy, uh, yeah
It could hold me some baddies
Rich things but I'm still drinking addy
Sometimes I just like feeling crabby
This past year I been low of the lows
Ain't nobody gonna break me, I know it
She miss me, she probably wanna blow it
Well baby, that's rad
I miss when the love was real
I miss when you text me at night and tell me how you really feel
I miss when life didn't consist of always having fucking chills
I miss those days runnin' 'with my brothers, I can't wait to have it back
Yeah, been in the crib for a year but look at me now, uh, yeah
They prolly lookin' at me like uh, like how?
Haha
