Paroles
Genres are a funny little concept, aren't they? Yes, they are That Beyoncé Virgo shit In theory, they have a simple definition that's easy to understand But in practice, well, some may feel confined I swear 'fo God it's 'bout to hit I ain't in no gang but I got shooters and I bang, bang At the snap of my fingers, I'm Thanos And I'm still on yo' head, cornrows They call me the captain, the cat walk assassin When they know it's slappin', then here come the yappin' All of this snitchin' and all of this bitchin' Just a fishing expedition, dumb admission In the kitchen cookin' up them chickens Extra leg but I ain't even tryin' to kick it Cunty, country, petty, petty, petty All the same to me, plain Jane spaghetti No sauce, no sauce, uh Too soft, too soft, uh They salty, they shootin' like Curry One hand on my holster then pass it to Hova Thought it was sweet when they was walkin' In the back door of the kitchen Past the dirty dishes, now we on a mission Tried to turn me 'to the opposition I'm appalled by the proposition Y'all been played by the plagiaristic Ain't gon' give no clout addiction my attention I ain't no regular sanger Now come get er'ythang you came for I ain't in no gang but I got shooters and I bang, bang (They still love your flame, ain't no game or I'll pierce your heart) I ain't in no gang but I got shooters and I bang, bang (Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang) Come get everything you came for Aye, howl to the moon, howl to the moon (Howl to the moon) Outlaws with me, they gonna shoot Keep the code, break the rules (Break the rules) And we gonna ride for every member that we lose Someone here brought fire, ain't no telling who Play it cool, know the law man watchin' me every time I move Bounty on my head, can't go west, they on my shoes No matter what the charges is, we ain't gon' tell the truth
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