paroles de chanson Heard About It - T.H.C (The Harlem Child)

World
Thc
Uh uh

Damn I know you heard about it
Them niggas hate and watch my moves
But I ain't worried bout it
Uh
Bout to count like thirty thousand
I take my bitch to get upgraded that be her allowance
Uh damn
I know you heard about it
Them lil niggas in they feelings I ain't worried bout it
They chatting like they want that smoke
But I highly doubt it
When I come through it be quiet
Know you heard about it

I know you heard yea I know you heard
These lil Niggas in they feelings swear they got some nerve
I'm cruising by windows Down as I flick the bird
I blow a stack just for the fun
My money too absurd
Man I can get the coco if you need it
Ima run up in that tho tho till it's bleeding
I roll with hooligans who pop off for no reason
I cook and chef it in the pot with extra seasoning
Since 17 I been getting it on my lonely
My time is money I ain't talking bout no Rollie
I skirt my whip and hit the strip just like a stoley
You talking loosely ima smoke ya like a bogie
All the killers and dealers they really know me
I'm far from regular Nigga I'm not ya woadie
And we ain't family so stop calling me ya Brodie
You blow it fast while I just stack my money slowly

Damn I know you heard about it
Them niggas hate and watch my moves
But I ain't worried bout it
Uh uh
Bout to count like thirty thousand
I take my bitch to get upgraded that be her allowance
Uh damn
I know you heard about it
Them lil niggas in they feelings I ain't worried bout it
They chatting like they want that smoke
But I highly doubt it
When I come through it be quiet
Know you heard about it

Word on the street we the team to beat
All the haters on our meat cause we don't face defeat
You got some food up on ya plate my niggas tryna eat
Talking talking bout my squad ima sent the fleet
My bitches they love me I keep em looking fuego
I got that cream cheese that butter but I ain't talking bagels
West coasting we picture posting and hit rodeo
Because I beat up the beats in this another k.o
My empire on the rise I run my shit like ceaser
But if you stab me in the back I'll put in the freezer
I'm waiting patient for my shot they say I got a fever
I'm off you I don't give a damn I don't fuck with beavers
Avianne I think I need you to ice me up
I'm bout my fetty I get it low but the price is up
Ain't doing favors for out the circles you niggas ducks
I got the sticks and they all hitting you hockey pucks

Damn I know you heard about it
Them niggas hate and watch my moves
But I ain't worried bout it
Uh
Bout to count like thirty thousand
I take my bitch to get upgraded that be her allowance
Uh