Contactez-nous

• Artiste: BlocBoy JB
• Titre: Makavelli
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.
Ha, ha (Dmac on the fuckin' track) Ha, ha Uh, this is the life, nigga, this Makavelli Runnin' shit up and go cop me a Chevy Green, I get that shit like lettuce Too much money make these niggas get jealous The life of a convicted felon These niggas cuttin', they talkin', they tellin' (Word, word, word) And it's still free all my niggas they jailin' (Word, word, word) Down the ro-o-oad Last December, we was sharin' clothes (Clothes, clothes, clothes) We don't love these bitches, we share hoes (Hoes, hoes) I just kick shit on the road, with all my bros, trip 'cross the globe These niggas sellin' they souls, no (No, no) Man, I can't believe ya, you gon' bite the hand that feed ya, ayy (Woah) Th-thinkin' 'bout my people, where they when you really need 'em? Ayy (No) Made my own route and made it out, I took the legal way (Ayy) These pistols savin' niggas tryna take my fuckin' lead away (Ah) I do this for my bros and my folks and my Locs (Locs) I do this for the niggas that be kickin' down doors (I do) I-I-I do this for the gang (Gang), what I rep, double 0 (Woah) I don't do this for the name or the fame, it's for my folks (Folks) Will I change up? That's a no (No) Sippin' on this lean, movin' slow (Slow, slow) Shawty head game on a roll (Roll) Her nigga is a lame and she know Uh, this is the life, nigga, this Makavelli Runnin' shit up and go cop me a Chevy Green, I get that shit like lettuce Too much money make these niggas get jealous The life of a convicted felon These niggas cuttin', they talkin', they tellin' (Word, word, word) And it's still free all my niggas they jailin' (Word, word, word) Down the ro-o-oad Last December, we was sharin' clothes (Clothes, clothes, clothes) We don't love these bitches, we share hoes (Hoes, hoes) I just kick shit on the road, with all my bros, trip 'cross the globe These niggas sellin' they souls, no (No, no)