Contactez-nous

• Artiste: Wiz Khalifa
• Titre: I Put That Shit On
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.
What? I had to beat up the pack, I had a freak on my lap I got the key to the trap, I'm bringin' real niggas back Make 'em put W's in the chat, make 'em smoke up and relax Break up and take her right back Every day, makin' 'em mad, don't see the tag Just spent 5K on a hat Treat every day like my last, wake up in my bag FaceTime my phone to see where she at Make her a part of my team like a draft Whole lot of weed, help her relax, that's what she need We don't smoke and go to sleep, we get fresh and go out to eat Took my bitch to Dover Street four times this week Smokin' with me on the stream, I'm in Chrome, she in Celine Ex-bitch in my past like she supposed to be Rich real nigga mad, two bad hoes and me So many clothes, I got some for sale So many pounds, you know by the smell Don't wait for nobody else, I go and do it myself Rick Owens, London store, Chrome Hearts, London store too Miami, New York, Chrome Hearts ship before you Don't do the 20K pants, that's for YNs Copy mine, better try again, private tour, got invited in Fuck around, get pressed, dropped 10K and left Good kush in my chest, she know it when I'm dressed I'm one of them ones, so you ain't heard of these yet One of one, that mean ain't none of these left I put that shit on today, I put that shit on today I put that shit on today, I put that shit on today I put that shit on today, I put that shit on today I put that shit on today, I put that shit on today That Chrome that I just got ain't comin' back out Walk in Louis, pull a bag out, Balenciaga, throwin' racks out Celine, I done bought everything, all this Rick Owens make me laugh now Fortune four, how does that sound? Belt to ass, layin' smack down I'm your wallpaper and your background (I need more haters) I got every flavor, I do heavy maintenance Long history with the educated, buy it too big and get it tailored Get it first, I ain't never waitin', I go hella cozy or sophisticated Saw the price and got manipulated, though it's real vintage when the shit was dated Got a real '90s piece, got a late '90s freak I get behind her, real good vagina, I like designer sheets Shoppin' three times a week, found some shit that's unreleased Found some shit that's from Celine when I had a deal with the company It's like it's a million in front of me, I get the bill and I pay it all comfortably No limits, so come run it up with me, say she wanna put on that stuff with me (My duffel is Goyard) It's hard to keep up with me 'cause I go so hard In Paris and close the store, then go to Miami and Chrome your heart Fuck around, get pressed, dropped 10K and left Good kush in my chest, she know it when I'm dressed I'm one of them ones, so you ain't heard of these yet One of one, that mean ain't none of these left I put that shit on today, I put that shit on today I put that shit on today, I put that shit on today I put that shit on today, I put that shit on today I put that shit on today, I put that shit on today Goddamn, that boy got that shit on I'm talkin' 'bout that boy went, goddamn, a rare eagle on 'em I'm talkin' 'bout owl leather with the motherfuckin' hippopotamus fur, motherfucker That boy went crocodile tail on 'em I'm talkin' 'bout that boy went monkey ear on 'em The fuck? Shit on Dot com