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on fleek fleek
I got cred’ that’s street street
You can’t see me I’m John Cena
So try your best not to blink blink

Yea
Saturday morning she waking n’ baking

Shawty dirty whine shawty dirty whine 
Ma baby whine my baby whine 
I want to see you tonight 
You want to see me tonight 
I want to see you in dah

Oya oya 
Jo oo jo jo jo dada jo dada
Oma gbowo dada o

Many many days wey I go sober 
Many many days wey I have to suffer 
Many many days wey I see

Cause that's what I heard is success defined

See I try and I try
But I can't seem to get it right, yeah
And I get lost in the commotion
Of emotion seeing

Renzos my dad

U goin fall or fly its all ur choice so go decide
Knew this day was comin i could see it in them eyes
Said its all for one but i can

tripping relax



Cause’ I’m blowing up like a C4

Wanna see more

Take a deep draw of this g force

Then rock back and forth like a see saw



Drive a G4,

peace but I see that it don't come cheap

And I see n*ggas ain't built how they posed to be

Got me wondering if this is how it's posed to be

Cause they

thinking I C something that's dumb who ever's On the Other Side of my gun I know It's not nourishment So many Sour Try our Sour ribbon So many women I need

are and not who you keep tryna be
Who you be tryna impress
When you finally got they attention and then you want privacy
I see a lot more than just what

on l'enterre (OUAI)
Cette fois j'les frappes à long terme (OUAI) 

Cette fois j'suis paré,
J'suis cramé,
J'plane à 200 c'est afollant , 

J'suis paré,
J'suis

Sometimes when I’m dreamin I see corpses
Dead people be livin in my head call it a mortgage
Money ain’t everything but not having it is Torture

Looking to my left
 And my right
See niggas faking 
Knowing that they vibes ain’t right
My vibes vacant
Needed me some shit
With some bop
I called my baby 

Nun ce fatt fa ruij tir 
Ma c te magnat o pull? 
Vuo nu poc e cocacol 
Ric ca fa mal a gol 
Tie, sta caramell è bon 
Nun s trov e part e loc 
T l’agg

be in the stars of the Wraith 

Ya I know monsters they come in your sleep, I been on a level see thousands a week, maybe if I get the chance then

Let me hit the road, and let the rain fall over me, let it all drip down on me, cause that’s all we wanted to see, an ocean round me

But I don’t

CHORUS 

 ( Yeah )
 Late night in the club and we got drinks pouring all night
( Thats my type ) 
Lil Mama wit some attitude let me see you shake

to eat but these niggaz rather see me bleed 
Believe
I'mma cock my shit 
Leave ya dome smoking if ya 
Try to stop my mix 
In the zone posted so I 
Gotta

you can feel me?
Girl you fine
I think you fire
Girl i just wanna see you in designer
Rockin that Fendi
Louis, Givenchy
Only real Gucci
Is there anyway

Look like it's payback season
Now all the bullets bought up
All my life I been uneasy
I see the world caught up

I let these Mothafuckas win a round

coups dur rester debout souvent

Influençable petit ours brun il pourrez accepter d’être abstinent, 

C’faire accepter dans un groupe de grand prêt a tout

down
And niggas start plotting see
I don’t have time for grief
I don’t have time for grief

My nigga just died last week
And I couldn’t couldn’t go

HOLÀ !
Paroles : Mourad Taver  / Musique : Alexandre Ndoumbe  aka Al Barrooghs 


Refrain : 

Holà Paname c’est bamboula oh ! 
Emka la moula oh

The Conscious 
Hook:
I tryna see me through my blindspot
But I, couldn’t even make a lil change
But I, sacrificing all my conscious 
But I’m already

All I wanna know is if there’s some place left to go
Is there something left to see or should I get used to misery

Hold up, I can talk like