Lyrics:
c'est le seum
J'ai une bonne Leffe dans la main
Un joint bien roulé dans l'autre
J'suis bien connu dans ma zone
J'suis pas l'commis d'Amazon
J'suis du
meuge si y'a
Les flics des grandes beuges
On court vite cousin on a l'air étrange
Les yeux bloqués dans le retro'
La pensée vers l'avenir
En trois
bien roulé
Deux joints bien roulés
Trois joints bien roulés
J'veux une trace de C
Apparemment, on va tous crever
J'ai opté pour le plan B
J'suis sous
Baby Cakes
You just don't know, know
How I, I
Got plans to blow, blow
And I just wanted you to know
I'm not sure our love'll grow
Gotta take it step by
I got big plans for you, spending big racks
I'ma mix this with that
Little weed, a little liquor, shorty ass fat
Bring it here and bend it over,
Just raise your hands in the air like you motherfucking just don't care
Just raise your joints in the air like you motherfucking just don't care
la cravate, du vomi rose crevette, le homard de Brigitte au Pommard 2008
Le regard vide, l’air hagard, faut croire qu’il a laissé son ego d’star
as happenstance
Just massive scams and master plans
To stockpile stacks wrapped in elastic bands
And keep the furnace flames fueled
With the fat of lambs
The stage
where I cut my teeth
And I'm going joint jumping tonight
So next time you go travel
Brother here's a good plan
Get your automobile and go
Sound for dis niggas I make em dance
Air for dis niggas I make em blow
A joint for dis niggas I make em smoke
Dis bitch ain't working she wanna give
the same old plans
That can't get over the hump
With the same old grams
They was on the block making fun of him
He slid off came back with his hammer
mères
Toute la journée dans ce bar, ça fume comme les gendarmes
Toute la journée dans ce bar, ça cherche un plan arme
On sort où ce soir, on boit quoi
Blowing all this weed like aint no air at all
Heart is on my sleeve thats how i wear it all
Dying on my feet cause I don't fear at all
They saying im
youre in i would want someone to help me too/
from that moment on i made a plan to leave the land that im native to/
those humanoids need happiness im
do you want me, i don't wanna dance
Talking to devil cause he's got a plan
I got a joint and a tab in my hand
You hear the… as I smile on a lens
No
passionate about likes
Drug use is sex you need a cashable vice
An actual plan not even at my maximum damn
The caskets you planned for M but have a great
gens un tas d'poèmes
De l'eau des joints, j'fais pas d'beaux rêves
J'aimerais bien dire « J'rappe pour tel » (J'rappe pour tel)
Mais je rappe pour moi
where I cut my teeth
And I'm going joint jumping tonight
So next time you go travel
Brother here's a good plan
Get your automobile and go
where I cut my teeth
And I'm going joint jumping tonight
So next time you go travel
Brother here's a good plan
Get your automobile and go
gettin it done.
In this Dyling Land, I'm the Iron Man.
We cookin, like a Frying Pan. ( Cookin')
Me & The Lox, We mastermind the Plan (Mastermind the Plan
besoin de plans b
Le soir à la fenêtre mon coeur se mets à trembler
Grâce à moi-même j'me suis relevé
Jme cachais dans la cage d'escalier
Roule un joint
of many nations
NWO's FEMA camp concentrations black operations
Plus blacks off in state pens
We rolling staying icy with the white girl frozen
Play the dab
time that cat Defari
With a sting operation so blatant we call it franchise
Man sign independent on some enterprise
It's time to shoot
time that cat Defari
With a sting operation so blatant we call it franchise
Man sign independent on some enterprise
It's time to shoot
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