paroles de chanson Outro - Big Sean
Yeah,
yeah
Yeah,
yeah
Uh
Okay
now,
why
you
wanna
go
and
do
that,
do
that?
Sometimes
I
say
that
I'm
the
best,
I
guess
I
had
to
prove
that
You
know
I
had
to
cop
that
mansion
on
the
hill
and
pool
that
You
know
I
don't
rely
on
8 balls,
no,
I
never
pooled
that
You
know
I
always
like
the
best,
roll
it
up
and
pull
that
Now
baby,
don't
get
too
deep
on
me,
I
might
have
to
pull
back
I
got
weed
rolled,
drinks
poured
if
you
wanna
do
that
And
I
be
in
and
out
of
love,
the
OGs
be
like,
"True
that"
'Cause
you
know
sometimes
man,
that
shit
can
get
way
too
irritating
Say
the
wrong
thing
to
the
right
girl,
you
might
not
make
it
Dark
skin
with
a
light
skin
girl
like
Taye
Diggs
And
you
go
from
tryna
save
her
to
her
taking
your
savings
And
when
she
do,
man,
watch
how
them
bitches
shit
talk
Wonder
how
they
would
feel
if
our
lives
got
criss-crossed
What
if
you
lost
your
homie
and
you
felt
like
Kriss
Kross?
Double
cross,
I
swear
that
Christians
don't
even
get
this
cross
Talk
so
much
shit
that
a
nigga
pissed
off
She
talk
so
much
that
she
done
fucking
made
my
dick
soft
Pushing
all
my
buttons,
this
ain't
fucking
pinball
I
guess
women
are
sometimes
like
a
jigsaw
Sometimes
you
hit
a
lick,
sometimes
you
get
ripped
off
Sometimes
you
gotta
sit,
sometimes
it's
time
for
lift-off
Sometimes
I
just
shut
up
and
let
my
wrist
talk
It
be
like,
"We
don't
got
time
for
bullshit,
dawg"
You
know
I'm
1 of
1,
just
like
the
prototype
You
look
like
the
"Uhm,
you
owe
me"
type
Oh,
hardly
never
taking
pictures,
not
the
photo
type,
no
Please
don't
Instagram
this
shit
and
be
up
on
me
like
"Oh,
you
owe
me
likes"
Man,
I
swear
these
bitches
don't
know
what
the
fuck
is
more
important
to
'em
The
more
I
kick
philosophy,
the
more
I'm
boring
to
'em
The
more
champagne
I
pop,
the
more
I'm
pouring
to
'em
I
just
hope
that's
not
the
only
single
thing
that's
going
through
'em
I
hop
up
on
a
beat
like
it's
the
'08
me
When
we
was
riding
four
deep,
boy,
no
AC
Headed
to
the
game
for
okay
seats
Now
I'm
courtside
at
OKC,
I
know
KD
And
all
these
singing
bitches
know
me
like
do-ray-mi
Fa-so-la-ti-do
but
dough
come
first
No
late
fees,
Kool-Aid
smile,
Colgate
teeth
The
bigger
that
I
get,
the
more
I
need
shrinks
I
be
in
and
out
of
cars
like
a
fucking
crash
dummy
Spending
money
'til
it's
dizzy
but
I
still
stash
something,
you
know
But
I'm
tryna
get
that
real
real
money,
like
um
White
people
with
a
black
son
And
first
time
I
met
Oprah,
that
was
motivation
Went
from
standing
in
court
to
starting
up
a
corporation
Went
so
hard
last
night
that
we
made
the
morning
paper
Plus
my
girl's
rated
R,
all
your
hoes
overrated,
damn
Niggas
say
I
changed,
how
they
damn,
how
they
do
Say
I'm
hard
to
get
in
contact
with,
oh,
is
that
true?
But
what
about
now?
313-515-8772,
bitch,
call
me
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