CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : its up
(I told that boy, here, let's get up)
Yeah, he say he want smoke
Yeah, I tell him, come here, let's get up
Yeah, this ho say she want me
Yeah, I told her "Link up and let's f**k"
I get dough, b*t*h, I walk in the bank
Yeah, I tell 'em to give me my money
I'm high as f**k, b*t*h, I can't even think
Yeah, I'm laughing, they asking "What's funny"
I let that ho hit my dope, play my song, hit the dougie
I was just f**ked up and broke, then she dumped me
Yeah, I told that lil' ho she can't f**k me
Why? 'Cause, b*t*h, back then, you dubbed me
I walk in this ho and I'm fresher than f**k, yes, these designer shoes when I'm kickin' my sh*t
And I know that you don't want no pressure, lil' boy, 'cause this FN stick pop you like a zit
At my shows out there, b*t*hes showin' t**s
I put white-gold diamonds on my wrist
I keep sippin' drank, b*t*h, I love this sh*t
Ask her what she thinking, 'cause I love this b*t*h
I'm in my rockstar mode, b*t*h I'm turnt up
No Stylist sh*t with these shades on, b*t*h, I'm lit
Pop a perc, then a molly, I'm geeked up, b*t*h, in this muhf**ka, yes, I'm just losin' my sh*t
I'm with my slime, b*t*h, yes, we goin' schiz'
Just like a kickflip, b*t*h, man, a young n***a sick
Fully auto stick came with a switch
I got this b*t*h and she just came with a b*t*h
My shoota, he just put that K in the stick
Old man sh*t, walkin' with a cane in this b*t*h
Here with some bloods, b*t*h, but yes, I f**k with them crips
LA with all blue hundreds, RIP to Nip
Yeah, he say he want smoke
Yeah, I tell him, come here, let's get up
Yeah, this ho say she want me
Yeah, I told her "Link up and let's f**k"
I get dough, b*t*h, I walk in the bank
Yeah, I tell 'em to give me my money
I'm high as f**k, b*t*h, I can't even think
Yeah, I'm laughing, they asking "What's funny"
I let that ho hit my dope, play my song, hit the dougie
I was just f**ked up and broke, then she dumped me
Yeah, I told that lil' ho she can't f**k me
Why? 'Cause b*t*h back then you dumped me
I walk in this ho and I'm fresher than f**k, yes, these designer shoes when I'm kickin' my sh*t
And I know that you don't want no pressure, lil' boy, 'cause this FN stick pop you like a zit
Twin, guess what, what
Damn, these f**k n***as broke
This ho, want my nut, nut
Damn, I can't even go
B*t*h, the dark lord just went and hopped in a Ghost
This some top floor Boss sh*t, you already know
I'm the top floor boss in case you didn't know
And I lose a whole lotta b*t*hes, I be actin' cold
I got this bald head b*t*h, she look like Amber Rose
B*t*h I'm real deal slime, I'm tryna wipe your nose
I got black sh*t, b*t*h, and it's all on my clothes
I gotta real bad b*t*h finna give me throat
On all ten, and I'm never gon' fold
Yes, b*t*h, you already know, it's lit, in this b*t*h wit' my bro
My n***a hold up, here go the hoes
I gotta fetish, for designer clothes
She ready, she came in with no clothes
B*t*h, I'm ready, yes, I'm ready to go
Just like Freddy, this b*t*h go, where I go
I stick to code and never fold on my n***as, no, no, no, no
I spent like twelve on these lil' kicks, n***a, it say Prada on the logo
B*t*h, yeah, b*t*h, let's go, go, go, go
If she suck d**k good, then I might buy this b*t*h some new clothes
My boy just put a hundred round on the stick, when he shoot that b*t*h, he ain't reload
Ain't no way I'm finna worry 'bout a b*t*h, n***a, rather get this sh*t on my own
Yeah, he say he want smoke
Yeah, I tell him, come here, let's get up
Yeah, this ho say she want me
Yeah, I told her "Link up and let's f**k"
I get dough, b*t*h, I walk in the bank
Yeah, I tell 'em to give me my money
I'm high as f**k, b*t*h, I can't even think
Yeah, I'm laughing, they asking "What's funny"
I let that ho hit my dope, play my song, hit the dougie
I was just f**ked up and broke, then she dumped me
Yeah, I told that lil' ho she can't f**k me
Why? 'Cause big bank did, and you dumped me
I walk in this ho and I'm fresher than f**k, yes, these designer shoes when I'm kickin' my sh*t
And I know that you don't want no pressure, lil' boy, 'cause this FN stick pop you like a zit
Yeah, he say he want smoke
Yeah, I tell him, come here, let's get up
Yeah, this ho say she want me
Yeah, I told her "Link up and let's f**k"
I get dough, b*t*h, I walk in the bank
Yeah, I tell 'em to give me my money
I'm high as f**k, b*t*h, I can't even think
Yeah, I'm laughing, they asking "What's funny"
I let that ho hit my dope, play my song, hit the dougie
I was just f**ked up and broke, then she dumped me
Yeah, I told that lil' ho she can't f**k me
Why? 'Cause, b*t*h, back then, you dubbed me
I walk in this ho and I'm fresher than f**k, yes, these designer shoes when I'm kickin' my sh*t
And I know that you don't want no pressure, lil' boy, 'cause this FN stick pop you like a zit
At my shows out there, b*t*hes showin' t**s
I put white-gold diamonds on my wrist
I keep sippin' drank, b*t*h, I love this sh*t
Ask her what she thinking, 'cause I love this b*t*h
I'm in my rockstar mode, b*t*h I'm turnt up
No Stylist sh*t with these shades on, b*t*h, I'm lit
Pop a perc, then a molly, I'm geeked up, b*t*h, in this muhf**ka, yes, I'm just losin' my sh*t
I'm with my slime, b*t*h, yes, we goin' schiz'
Just like a kickflip, b*t*h, man, a young n***a sick
Fully auto stick came with a switch
I got this b*t*h and she just came with a b*t*h
My shoota, he just put that K in the stick
Old man sh*t, walkin' with a cane in this b*t*h
Here with some bloods, b*t*h, but yes, I f**k with them crips
LA with all blue hundreds, RIP to Nip
Yeah, he say he want smoke
Yeah, I tell him, come here, let's get up
Yeah, this ho say she want me
Yeah, I told her "Link up and let's f**k"
I get dough, b*t*h, I walk in the bank
Yeah, I tell 'em to give me my money
I'm high as f**k, b*t*h, I can't even think
Yeah, I'm laughing, they asking "What's funny"
I let that ho hit my dope, play my song, hit the dougie
I was just f**ked up and broke, then she dumped me
Yeah, I told that lil' ho she can't f**k me
Why? 'Cause b*t*h back then you dumped me
I walk in this ho and I'm fresher than f**k, yes, these designer shoes when I'm kickin' my sh*t
And I know that you don't want no pressure, lil' boy, 'cause this FN stick pop you like a zit
Twin, guess what, what
Damn, these f**k n***as broke
This ho, want my nut, nut
Damn, I can't even go
B*t*h, the dark lord just went and hopped in a Ghost
This some top floor Boss sh*t, you already know
I'm the top floor boss in case you didn't know
And I lose a whole lotta b*t*hes, I be actin' cold
I got this bald head b*t*h, she look like Amber Rose
B*t*h I'm real deal slime, I'm tryna wipe your nose
I got black sh*t, b*t*h, and it's all on my clothes
I gotta real bad b*t*h finna give me throat
On all ten, and I'm never gon' fold
Yes, b*t*h, you already know, it's lit, in this b*t*h wit' my bro
My n***a hold up, here go the hoes
I gotta fetish, for designer clothes
She ready, she came in with no clothes
B*t*h, I'm ready, yes, I'm ready to go
Just like Freddy, this b*t*h go, where I go
I stick to code and never fold on my n***as, no, no, no, no
I spent like twelve on these lil' kicks, n***a, it say Prada on the logo
B*t*h, yeah, b*t*h, let's go, go, go, go
If she suck d**k good, then I might buy this b*t*h some new clothes
My boy just put a hundred round on the stick, when he shoot that b*t*h, he ain't reload
Ain't no way I'm finna worry 'bout a b*t*h, n***a, rather get this sh*t on my own
Yeah, he say he want smoke
Yeah, I tell him, come here, let's get up
Yeah, this ho say she want me
Yeah, I told her "Link up and let's f**k"
I get dough, b*t*h, I walk in the bank
Yeah, I tell 'em to give me my money
I'm high as f**k, b*t*h, I can't even think
Yeah, I'm laughing, they asking "What's funny"
I let that ho hit my dope, play my song, hit the dougie
I was just f**ked up and broke, then she dumped me
Yeah, I told that lil' ho she can't f**k me
Why? 'Cause big bank did, and you dumped me
I walk in this ho and I'm fresher than f**k, yes, these designer shoes when I'm kickin' my sh*t
And I know that you don't want no pressure, lil' boy, 'cause this FN stick pop you like a zit
