paroles de chanson Bleed - Young M.A

Hey yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah whatever, ayy

Four years later they still sleepin' on me (Sleepin' on me)
And I ain't gotta get the strap 'cause I keep it on me
It's crazy how I got a big dick without a dick (Uh-huh)
It's Young M.A, don't ever let that name come out yo' lips (Woo)
I'm the big goon
I send my goonies to your crib and you
can die inside your livin' room (Crrt)
If gettin' money mean you dumb, well, fuck it, I been a fool
And I ain't just go and get the food, I built the kitchen, too
I'd rather be inside some pussy than do this interview
Little gay nigga, hoes been on me since, like, middle school
Break up with a bitch,
by next week I won't remember you (I won't remember you)
Just because I put it in don't mean I'm into you
Into foreign countries with a foreign chick (Woo), foreign whip (Woo)
Foreign food, foreign shoes, just a bunch of foreign shit (Uh)
Niggas wildin' out in Paris, Colten you recordin' this? (Huh?)
Put two hundred thousand on my balance just for talkin' shit
Fuck it up on tour and shit (Fuck it up)
Rem handle the important shit
It's funny how haters throwin' shots but they ain't callin' it (Nah)
Uh, clear the way, make room, please excuse
That's a real nigga walkin' in

Huh? It's M.A, bitch (Woo)
You got somethin' on your mind, then say that shit (Say that shit)
We kingpins, this is not a playpen (Woo)
In other words, we don't play that shit (We don't play that)
M.A 'bout to drop, better play that shit (Better play that)
Hoes love me, them niggas hate that shit (Hate that)
They be like, "Ooh, I hate that bitch" (Ooh)
Ooh, but ain't they broke and ain't I rich? (Huh)

Ooh, ooh, shake 'em off (Shake 'em off)
Niggas wasn't on their job, had to lay 'em off
Her nigga wasn't on his job, had to break her off
Three words for these hoes, take it off
Ooh, drop panties, no hands please, she don't need plan Bs
She pop' Xannies like it's candy, that's why she antsy (Ooh)
But she nasty and I'm a thorough bread nigga with a attitude
It's Young M.A, make sure that M and A is capital (Yes)
Being broke is a joke, that's why I'm never in a laughin' mood
Always got the trap clickin' like they some tappin' shoes
It was either get rich or die, I had to choose (Ooh)
Get Rich or Die Tryin', Curtis Jackson move
Bipolar, can't control her, keep a tool with me
Strapped across my shoulder cause my mind is like a bag of screws
(Grr)

Huh? It's M.A, bitch (Woo)
You got somethin' on your mind, then say that shit (Say that shit)
We kingpins, this is not a playpen (Woo)
In other words, we don't play that shit (We don't play that)
M.A 'bout to drop, better play that shit (Better play that)
Hoes love me, them niggas hate that shit (Hate that)
They be like, "Ooh, I hate that bitch" (Ooh)
Ooh, but ain't they broke and ain't I rich? (Huh)

Flex, ooh, Hercules
In this motherfuckin' booth leavin' third degrees (Ooh)
Cookin' crack up in that stu', I gotta serve the fiends (Huh?)
Hop in that Maybach tell the driver, "Umm, curtains please" (Woo)
Rich and filthy, still rock silky red rose certainly (Uh-huh)
Black and blue, that green one too, just copped that burgundy (Woo)
I swear I try to change my ways but it ain't work for me (Nah)
Fuck a bitch 'cause currently, my mood is currency (Yes)
And I'm sippin' Hennessy, make sure it's privilege please (Ooh)
I'm countin' up, she said "How much?" I said infinity (Woo)
If I don't come for you, ayy, do not send for me (Woo)
'Cause I will pop this brand new Glock, take her virginity (Grr)
Uh, big pimpin', spendin' Gs (Spendin' Gs)
What I look like trickin' on a bitch,
that ain't did shit for me? (What?)
Can't be in my vicinity without abilities (Nah)
All you haters hold my nuts and suck my dignity
(Suck my dignity)
Sheesh