Lyrics:
les dimanches, à quatre heures
Elle pleure et du lundi au samedi, elle prie
Elle occupe la chapelle
Et abrutit d'appels les saints du paradis
Pour que
runny nose nah rumors a spread
No harbour those thoughts
Drive out inna d lexs fuss me jus park
U a me wifey a u in a me heart
Ah ah a like that
So she
one on the passenger's side
But the person in the
Rear view's telling lies
You could end it all if you'd like to
And you can drink a fifth and, uh
Elle a seize ans il faut
Voir comme elle danse
C'est pas bien compliqué tout
Son corps se balance
On la croirait sortit d'un
Film des années
Il était là, dans ce fauteuil
Mon spectateur du premier jour
Comme un père débordant d'orgueil
Pour celui qui prenait son tour
Il était là, dans ce
Zombies, dead men walk right up
Outta that grave site
Styrofoam, d double cup
Bad bitch d double D's
Belt and shoes got double G's
We the number one Big Mac
I'm gon' know
That she lovin' somebody?
How the fuck you gon' say
I'm beatin' on somebody?
'Fore I tend to that shit
I'd step on somebody
I got money
Damn, son, where'd you find this? (Skoo)
Yeah, I might rob yo' pack
I might rob yo' dope
Trapaholics, real trap shit
I feel like Batman 'cause
Quand il y aura cent mille universités
Cent millions d'hommes vivant
Dans les facultés
Qu'adviendra-t-il de nos petit's métiers?
Restera-t-il un
I find a map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from here to where you'd be
It's only finger lengths that I
cllemand ; sillone(nt)
Schengen à la recherche
De stupéfiants en quantité !
Connu pour être Franc du collier,
J'prends ni mitaines ni d'gants !
Rien qu'la
to sucess is
I'd give you three guesses
But I think one will do
I was sent out
Shopping alone evry day
When I went out
They'd give me money to pay
It was Christmas morning, 1961
I recall the empty pen where my rabbit pet belonged
And my mother told me don't go in the shed
And if I'd just
a glutton
Motherfucking your discussions
I rap with substance alcoholic drinks
We assemble 3D 'Bino D-von I am Buh-Buh Ray
Fuck another match I wrestle
Cats
happened next
I kept you at a distance
But tangled in the knot of sex
My punishment was lifted
And lifted on a single breath
No coming and no going
O G-d
and he's calling
Me a bitch again
There's a guy that lives in the garden state
And he told me that we'd
Make it 'til we graduate
So I told him that the music
you right)
You thinkin' of me babe?
(Well, at least tonight)
I bet you'd tell me anything
(yeah, that's right) just to be with me
(Yep and tonight's
Ouais j'allumee
Mon calumet
D'la qualité
Monte le volume
(x2)
Monte le tu connaîtras pas la déception
Bcp de te-trai dans la vie fais attention
Fais
helicopter (brr)
Someone call Maury 'cause I'm not the father
I just got, someone call the doctor (call him, hoo, brr)
D Rose, D Rose, D Rose, D Rose
low hand, like baby, get so lazy
Spicy with that see-saw, I ain't fuck
That's T's fault all y'all niggas plain as
Fuck, but damn nigga, that's D's fault
(Woah, woah, woah woah)
Row my boat, Row my boat
Fi-Fifteen thousand, hundred thousand
Louie tote, louie tote
Virgil'd down so aww yeah Off White, VLONE
fucking head
On and on and on, on and on and on
On and on and on, on and on and on
Said, "Thought I'd be happier somehow
If you were wondering how I'm
won't let go at any price
I need you now like I needed you then
You always said we'd still be friends someday
If you leave
I won't cry
I won't
did something bad
But why's it feel so good?
Most fun I ever had
And I'd do it over and over and over again if I could
It just felt so good, good
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