Contactez-nous

• Artiste: Chief Keef
• Titre: Where
Assurez-vous que les corrections sont tout à fait exactes
S'il vous plaît, les mettez en évidence en quelque sorte!
Vous pouvez, par exemple, écrire
INCORRECT: avant la mauvaise ligne
CORRECT: avant la correspondant ligne correcte
Autrement, nous ne pouvons les corriger pas! Merci pour votre aide.
Where your cash at? Where your guns at? Run up in your house like 'where your moms at?' Where the weed at? Where the pounds at? Where you keep that? Cause I want that Where your bricks at? Where your bitch at? Fuck her till she tell me where your shit at Looking, robbing everything, now where your lick at? Talkin' bout 'where we at?' You want your shit back? We don't fuck with bricks, with your bitch ass Come through, shootin' up your kick back Who told you to party? Glo Gang didn't We shoot your Hoopty up and ride off in the Bentley I'm teachin' lessons boy, with the Smith & Wesson boy It's doin' damage boy, I'mma squeeze this lemon boy Hit your lemon boy, turn your ass to lemon boy Fish nigga, turn your ass to salmon boy Caught you at the light (skurt!) (du-du-du!) Simon boy Never snitch in my life you did? I'm laughin' boy I smoke on the big blunt, the Aiki boy You run Atlanta, we go to the club with no I.D. boy Ning-Ding go: "ping ping ding ding ling ling", Chinese boy See me through my big screen HD LAND boy You ain't dead yet, but you can be boy She ain't give me head yet, she ain't met me boy I bought the Sprite and turned it filthy boy I got a nina with a 50 boy 223's with 100 boy Come through ya block like drumline boy Where your cash at? Where your guns at? Run up in your house like 'where your moms at?' Where the weed at? Where the pounds at? Where you keep that? Cause I want that Where your bricks at? Where your bitch at? Fuck her till she tell me where your shit at Looking, robbing everything, now where your lick at? Talkin' bout 'where we at?' You want your shit back? Come through shootin', that's my squad They be going hard Hidin' in the grass Smokin' wheelchairs like Degrassi Fine, I'll let you (?) Those strays (?) talk It's me and Glo Gang 3000 boy and plenty big bars Bitch we gang, ain’t none of that squad Tote stainless steel, ain't nothin that hard You a stain, we up at your car It's at your house, we up at your door Bitch, etcetera Got my guwap up, and my hammer tucked Flexin' all up out your chest Pussy boy get hecked up though Thought you was about to blow at us We was already thirsty that's a (?) Life was a bitch and I married her Told her not to be on that scary stuff Niggas be on that fuck shit and get their shit back And we at your mouth bitch, like a tick tack I'm on that break me off shit like a Kit Kat And we snatchin' chains and snatchin' wrist wet Where your cash at? Where your guns at? Run up in your house like 'where your moms at?' Where the weed at? Where the pounds at? Where you keep that? Cause I want that Where your bricks at? Where your bitch at? Fuck her till she tell me where your shit at Looking, robbing everything, now where your lick at? Talkin' bout 'where we at?' You want your shit back?