CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : RACKS
Who?, yeah
Yeah, what the f**k goin' on, Maajins?
Huh, yeah, yeah (Let's go, let's go)
Huh, yeah, okay, let's go
Got off the phone, I was with my twizzy, we was movin' chickens
With these racks, you don't got no bones, you a vegetarian (Ayy, fact)
Fat a** booty b*t*hes, with my twizz, sharin' this Karen (Smack)
And these b*t*hes really crazy, they gon' take lines off that camera (B*t*h)
I'm sh*ttin' on all of y'all, gotta make it apparent (B*t*h)
I seen your a** fell off, you disappearing (Oh)
With these racks, I'ma double up, you make it disappear (Oh, no)
In this big ol', big ol' tonka truck, I just ran over a deer (Ah)
You a old head, doing nothing, drinking on some beer (Uh)
In the crib, mama capped his monеy, make that reappear (A hunnid)
Hunnid-fiftys, rackiе fitness, money counter's all I hear (Phew)
If you ain't gon' drop a bag, then get your a** up outta here
(Yuh, ay)
F**k, you movin' bricks
I'm gonna hit that b*t*h up and she suckin' on that d**k (Mmm)
That b*t*h, she so sick
I'm gonna hit that chain
I'm gonna hit that lick (Yuh, ay)
Ba** full on Raycons
Shoot the Rayguns
Yeah, you know who is gone
Yeah, it is-is-is-is
Yeat and Daze on a song
You know where we belong (Yuh, ay)
She suck on my glizzy, that d**k is like extra long
She gon' suck that sh*t on my Rollie
4 TN's and that b*t*h feelin' sorry
Rockin' that blue, b*t*h, I'm rockin' that Gatti
Drinking up the Henny and I'm drinking up Bacardis
Yuh, I'm smokin' on that sh*t
F1lthy gettin' rich and Yeat gettin' b*t*hes
That b*t*h bigs up in my f**king business
You don't even know my f**king litness (Yuh, ay)
Got off the phone, I was with my twizzy, we was movin' chickens
With these racks, you don't got no bones, you a vegetarian (Ayy, fact)
Fat a** booty b*t*hes, with my twizz, sharin' this Karen (Smack)
And these b*t*hes really crazy, they gon' take lines off that camera (B*t*h)
I'm sh*ttin' on all of y'all, gotta make it apparent (B*t*h)
I seen your a** fell off, you disappearing (Oh)
With these racks, I'ma double up, you make it disappear (Oh, no)
In this big ol', big ol' tonka truck, I just ran over a deer (Ah)
You a old head, doing nothing, drinking on some beer (Uh)
In the crib, mama capped his money, make that reappear (A hunnid)
Hunnid-fiftys, rackie fitness, money counter's all I hear (Ooh)
If you ain't gon' drop a bag, then get your a** up outta here
Yeah, what the f**k goin' on, Maajins?
Huh, yeah, yeah (Let's go, let's go)
Huh, yeah, okay, let's go
Got off the phone, I was with my twizzy, we was movin' chickens
With these racks, you don't got no bones, you a vegetarian (Ayy, fact)
Fat a** booty b*t*hes, with my twizz, sharin' this Karen (Smack)
And these b*t*hes really crazy, they gon' take lines off that camera (B*t*h)
I'm sh*ttin' on all of y'all, gotta make it apparent (B*t*h)
I seen your a** fell off, you disappearing (Oh)
With these racks, I'ma double up, you make it disappear (Oh, no)
In this big ol', big ol' tonka truck, I just ran over a deer (Ah)
You a old head, doing nothing, drinking on some beer (Uh)
In the crib, mama capped his monеy, make that reappear (A hunnid)
Hunnid-fiftys, rackiе fitness, money counter's all I hear (Phew)
If you ain't gon' drop a bag, then get your a** up outta here
(Yuh, ay)
F**k, you movin' bricks
I'm gonna hit that b*t*h up and she suckin' on that d**k (Mmm)
That b*t*h, she so sick
I'm gonna hit that chain
I'm gonna hit that lick (Yuh, ay)
Ba** full on Raycons
Shoot the Rayguns
Yeah, you know who is gone
Yeah, it is-is-is-is
Yeat and Daze on a song
You know where we belong (Yuh, ay)
She suck on my glizzy, that d**k is like extra long
She gon' suck that sh*t on my Rollie
4 TN's and that b*t*h feelin' sorry
Rockin' that blue, b*t*h, I'm rockin' that Gatti
Drinking up the Henny and I'm drinking up Bacardis
Yuh, I'm smokin' on that sh*t
F1lthy gettin' rich and Yeat gettin' b*t*hes
That b*t*h bigs up in my f**king business
You don't even know my f**king litness (Yuh, ay)
Got off the phone, I was with my twizzy, we was movin' chickens
With these racks, you don't got no bones, you a vegetarian (Ayy, fact)
Fat a** booty b*t*hes, with my twizz, sharin' this Karen (Smack)
And these b*t*hes really crazy, they gon' take lines off that camera (B*t*h)
I'm sh*ttin' on all of y'all, gotta make it apparent (B*t*h)
I seen your a** fell off, you disappearing (Oh)
With these racks, I'ma double up, you make it disappear (Oh, no)
In this big ol', big ol' tonka truck, I just ran over a deer (Ah)
You a old head, doing nothing, drinking on some beer (Uh)
In the crib, mama capped his money, make that reappear (A hunnid)
Hunnid-fiftys, rackie fitness, money counter's all I hear (Ooh)
If you ain't gon' drop a bag, then get your a** up outta here
