Correction Paroles Nothin 2 Me par Jazz Cartier

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Woah, uh
Woah, uh, uh
Uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh, yeah (Brr, brr)
Uh-huh, yeah
Trooper-ed, trooper-ed
Trooper-ed, trooper-ed
I'm goin' stupid, yeah

Why they keep f**king with me? Huh? (Uh-huh)
Why they keep f**king with me? Huh? (Uh-huh)
I try to keep the peace, mama, but they keep f**king with me, uh
Money ain't nothin' to me, uh
Spend a hundred, it's nothin' to me, uh ('Bout that)
She wanna f**k after the club, I gave her somethin' to eat

Forever fly, f**k a tarmac (Ha-ha)
How you rap and got no slaps? (No slaps)
Get your money up and your hoe back
Bad b*t*hes, we remote that (Woo)
If it's beef then we smoke that (Smoke that)
Broke n***as, cut 'em no slack
We some hot boys so we toast that, yeah
Stirring O's like they Froot Loops, woah (Fruity, fruity, yeah)
Never touched road, you in gym shoes
Trying to stack 'til it grow mildew
Can't lie, I won't miss you, woah (Don't miss you)
My new b*t*h do it times two
Bought her chest and her lips too
Run 'em down in them Jim' Choos, woah, yeah, uh (Catch up, catch up, catch up, yeah)
b*t*h, God damn, I heard you ride around with a strap (Me too)
I heard you gaining bread like a motherf**ker (Me too)
But I gain bread too when I f**k 'em over
Here to stay, Russian K, Cuban chain, full tank
b*t*h, I know you got that for me
I ain't trying to hear no sorries
Switch it up, get a new one shortly (Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, can I have a second and talk to you?)

Relax, this sh*t is nothin' to me, uh (It's nothing)
This sh*t is nothin' to me, uh
n***as swear that they, uh, wait
n***as ain't f**kin' with me, uh

Ayy, this sh*t is nothin' to me either (Real life)
Met a new b*t*h tonight and then turned her to meat eater (Yeah)
In love with the sh*t but we cheaters
I lay around with the street creepers (Okay)
Fire up the ZaZa, it need steamers (Yeah)
You need a thousand for these sneakers (Phew)
Really, I never gave one f**k, long as we up and fill the lane, feel me, babe? (Ayy)
Pounds all in the truck, we play the ball when ain't no love in the game (Yeah)
Approached our way, who dumb enough?
That ain't a stain, just stumble-up
Far as the plan, remember, you dubbin' us (Damn)
But run it, I gotta go double up (Ayy)
I gotta triple up (Ayy)
I gotta quadruple (Ayy), y'all see (Ayy)
I'm in the bar with a star thing
She give me all noodle
Millions and hundreds, it's all crucial (Cash)
My dogs sell co-co, they all coo-coo
Can't fold this sh*t up
We fillin' that counter up, chump by the chump (Ayy)
I know that enough not enough (Ayy)

Relax, this sh*t is nothin' to me, uh (It's nothing)
This sh*t is nothin' to me, uh
n***as swear that they, uh, wait
n***as ain't f**kin' with me, uh

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