Contactez-nous

• Artiste: 10k.Caash
• Titre: Scary Story
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.
The black person dies first but not in this movie (Kio, Kio) I'm a pyscho, arr, got a mask like Jason Chase it up, paper feel so amazin' Can't stop, can't lose temptation Stabbin' people, yes, sir, sensation One, two, three, four, I'm about to kill somebody Uh, I got a knife, uh, inside my sweatpants I feel like a villian when I'm runnin' with the Rugrats The hills have eyes, better watch your back It's doomsday, bitch, I'm comin' right back Uh, okay, let's kill, let's go I'm a zombie, I just seen my mummy in the store I'm geeked up, arr, workin' on the flow I reverse my hands and put my arms on my nose She reverse her O's and put her hands on her toes Reverse, reverse, damn, I'm geeked for sure The black person dies first but not in this movie I'm a pyscho, arr, got a mask like Jason Chase it up, paper feel so amazin' Can't stop, can't lose temptation Stabbin' people, yes, sir, sensation One, two, three, four, I'm about to kill somebody (Uh, uh) I got a stick (Uh), like it's hockey (Hockey) Hittin' white hoes like a high school jock (Uh-huh) Took his shit, but in college, gun found in his locker Can't a nigga rob me, you got hit for your time Too lit, put me out, bitch, you need a firefighter I'm with your bitch, grab her stomach like Micheal Myers Got a bad bitch and she evil like Annabelle Might not go to Heaven, lil' nigga, we runnin' hell We make 'em jump, duck in this bitch, Cade Cunningham (Ha) Nigga play with 10K, get his ass cut in half (Bah) Bossed up, nigga, 'til the ho Toronto bad I'm tryna knock off his face, I don't want a mask If I stand on my money I'm tall like Slenderman Get your ass beat like I'm in the stu' with Timbaland Can tell a nigga's presence like I'm readin' through your Christmas plan Pockets fat like bricks, you get hit with a hundred bands The black person dies first but not in this movie (Kio, Kio) I'm a pyscho, arr, got a mask like Jason Chase it up, paper feel so amazin' Can't stop, can't lose temptation Stabbin' people, yes, sir, sensation One, two, three, four, I'm about to kill some—