Lyrics:
throat
We bought extended clips you want rounds you get smoked
I'm in the field for real gettin p.t. From the coach
Turn a n**** to a ghost I just took
O Sol desce mano e eu quem sou?
O Sol desce mano e eu quem sou?
'Tá demasiado frio
P'a ficar à espera cá fora
Eu não sei qual é a minha
Em esperar
mone intereC ek ou
Baby depi longtime mo trouve ou paC franchement ou p faire moi vine fou
Baby depi longtime mo twenvi dire ou ki mone intereC ek ou
H.D.P. y La Tribu sabe
Las leyes nos valen madre, no anda nadie en la calle
Juntas ocultas, solos los combatientes de instrumentales
En la cancha demuestra
Depuis tout p'tit j'ai rêvé d'la vie d'artiste
D'être acclamé sur la piste
J'y repense au fond du bus
Mais j'suis bien loin de Bercy
Et si jamais
sont tous un peu pressés, gros rush avant les p'tits congés
Faut fermer des tonnes de dossiers, on est abonné au café
Participe au party de bureau, jase
lo que ha desahogado hermano
Lo que hemos conseguido no ha sido en vano
P**ro y Litro, en esa isla brindan
Mientras los DJs hacen cortes que flipas
Mugu no sorte p3, I say we go, we go, we go, we go, we go, we go, we go show dem,
We go, we go, we go show dem
Show dem, we go, we go, show dem
Show dem,
no P
I keep that toolie when I bang
I keep that toolie when I bang
It's a shot to the head
We on different levels
La-La-Lazuli
I'm making XP
You making
miss me?
Girl this your BB no dey freak me
You can't fall in love for my money
See my brother you dey on your own
P no dey finish
Make money dey that's
A train is coming down the track
Hear the wheels go click and clack
Count the cars, watch them go, will it stop?
St o p or will it go? G o
Stop
Love
Toi moi t'façon c'était die depuis le départ
Fruit d'la passion curaçao
Un p'tit coup d'un soir
Fruit du démon, tu te noies dans une mer d'espoir
got vibes like UKG h-o-u-s-e M-u-s-I-c
I'm fizzy like P-E-P to the S- I
We gonna pass through in your C-I-T-Y
Everyday yes I
Give thanks to the lord
mamacitas devenues mamas si tôt
Tant de mamans qui s'taisent et de minots incités
Dans les soirées Guetta, c'est l'puebl pas le ghetto
Les p'tits au guettage
I'm feelin' like I'm Nip (R.I.P Nip though)
I was born this shit like if i'm built off propane
Born to one day blow in flames and burn up the whole
I'm feelin' like I'm Nip (R.I.P Nip though)
I was born this sh*t like if i'm built off propane
Born to one day blow in flames and burn up the whole
PYT ) UHH UHH YOUR BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL
( P - PYT ) UHH YEAH YEAH YOUR BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL GIRL
Verse: I JUST WANNA SEE YOU IN
sont tous un peu pressés, gros rush avant les p'tits congés
Faut fermer des tonnes de dossiers, on est abonné au café
Participe au party de bureau, jase
get wit me,
I break, I break break,
Ion want nuttin to do widdem
P-r-e-t-t-y-y
P-r-e-t-t-y-y
P-r-e-t-t-y-y
P-r-e-t-t-y-y
P-r-e-t-t-y-y
Cupid took
sleep, dream about a lotta p's
Click clackin onomatopoeias
Stick, stackin, all my type of cheese green
Forever onto Dalai Lama things mean
These figurines
J'mets plus chaussures montantes
J'graille un p'tit cookie fondant
Tes croquis fait d'encre
Ton rap fait pas couler d'encre
Ton rap docile tombant
Passe la
barrières
C'que tu ressens, j'le sentais hier
J'suis comme un p'tit oiseau qu'on libère
Avance, ne regarde pas derrière
On se met trop de barrières
Lets love I
Lights love I
If I know say kind thing I for don loose my p
I for no see my thing
The way I dey yarn for my mic but I sing in my soul
Dizem que dinheiro nunca foi felicidade
Eu sempre fui pobre e infeliz, eu quero ser rico mano
Não quero essas p**** que já não dão tusa
Eu não *cof cof
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