Travis Thompson & Jake One – Rise & Shine Lyrics Travis Thompson
Travis Thompson & Jake One – Rise & Shine Not yet…
Okay
Wake up and stack more
Smoke on the back porch
Make the most up out a life nobody asked for
You a dummy they put you on a crash course
Heavy handed uncles why I’m getting so smacked for
The coupe white mayo
And I smoke that
Where my day go?
I TD kiss the ground my jet just flew through a tornado
19 making pesos paying rent with out of state funds
Know I lived bout 50 lives whenever Travy day comes
Yeah…
It’s werewolves and white tees
304’s & Pisces
Oxycodone and Nikes
I find me
Some where in the middle
Marvel at the marbles lost tryna keep it civil
What’s your reality when you open them eyes?
I got a Kat Dennings beside who over them lies
A couple missed calls from a vendor I owe like 5
And a trail to the bed from surrendering to my vice (god damn!)
I’m at the highest caliber
Yeah she get devoured first
Then give her bout an hours worth
Push a power surge until my circuits implode
I got a face for you to hate to but you certainly won’t
It was times they fucked me up so bad the curb was my home
Yeah I had a place to sleep but it’d be worse if they know…
You cant hide a dental fix
Ducking pigs in rental whips
Life be so good lately
In the pussy taking mental pics
Over drafting penalties
Tryna get the fennel rinsed
Talking to my plug
Like we go way back you know I’m in a pinch!
I know we menaces
Uncle Sam’s blemishes
But it’s morning don’t be lying for my benefit…
FunnyMike & Jslutty -Wait What You Doing (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO) Lyrics
Ayy this that new tiktok challenge ya hurd
Me ya man what is you doing man I´m finna
Do my la dance ya hurd me
Yo la dance?
Yo lil dance what is it?
What what it is you gotta get on tiktok and hit
It ight hollup playa this that wait what you doing
Challenge what you doing mane you know
I´m finna do my lil dance ima do my dance
Too like i got ants in my pants
Ima tiktok and milly rock and won´t stop moving
Pause! wait you doing ima get back to it ima back to it
Go keisha bow go deedee bow 2x ima
Dum dum dum dum that dab ima dum dum dum
Dum dum that ya wait you doing
Wait what you doing ima tiktok king ima
Tiktok master get on tiktok just to do this
Challenge everybody doing it cause they
Love to dance everybody moving like they
Got ants in the pants
Ian trendig yet but afrer this maybe if this
Go viral somebody gotta pay me ima do my dance and
I AINN´T gone stop imma keep on moving it til 9´o clock
Ima tiktok and milly rock and won´t stop moving
Pause! wait you doing ima gеt back to it ima back to it
Go keisha bow go deedee bow 2x ima
Dum dum dum dum that dab ima dum dum dum
Dum dum that ya wait you doing Slutty Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
Ab-Soul – GOTTA RAP (Official Video) Lyrics
Backpack raps with gats in it
Don’t get your cap peeled by the black menace
Ha, ha, ha (uh-huh)
Primo, check
I like to call myself the God of rap
But really I just gotta rap (gotta rap, gotta rap)
This a dior doobie on the head of your cutie
Moon signs when you call her back
Do not disturb, we lookin’ for the smoke, not who got the herb
Uh, I’m top dawg, you a copycat
I’ma give this beat a heart attack
Arrest your cardiac, I’ma need your pass back’ hall monitors
Uh, my movement is still intelligent (yeah)
Your movement is still irrelevant
Blackin’ out till I’m out of melanin
Meaning it never ends, you a pharmacist out of medicine
Uh, I’m holding weight like a skeleton
I’m holding weight, you just a skeleton
(rap is something you do, hip-hop) yeah
I put my life in these sentences, bring the felons in
My cuddy in the coupe, flipping chickens
Turning one up into two that’s a mockingbird
Uh, they wanna lock ‘em in the cell again
For the product that he’s selling ‘em
My movement is still intelligent
Your movement is still irrelevant
I really might, might be the best rapper alive though
Look
All I know to do is aim high (aim high)
Hold my hood up like a gang sign
Del amo till the death of me
Shit I’m already a legend if I ever leave
So you can’t get rid of me (can’t get rid of me)
My lyrics will live in memory (forever)
Destination is destiny, every record’s a felony
The long term legacy
‘Cause there’s definitely no stopping him
Just keeping it a buck, I’m on one, george Washington
So fuck is you telling me?
I’m a celestial not a fucking celebrity
Meaning I am not like them
My pool of thought will probably drown aquaman (huh)
Treat an instrumental like I treat oxygen
Had the ’87 chevy celebrity (yeah)
Huh, that mean we were the same age
The synergy is heavenly
Rolling through my city in a rush
On university so much, I should at least have a aa
Hey
Hold your horses, I’ll be forced to get the ketamine
I’ve been ready since seventeen (yeah)
Watchin’ thrones although most kings get the guillotine
The prophecy is celestine
I’m wide awake, it’s still a dream (yeah)
I gotta eat but still it seems
The pigs start yelling freeze
When you bring the bacon to the table like jimmy dean
Party’s over, hold the silly string
I even tried suicide and I don’t know why
I know better than most that the soul don’t die
Took a leap, shattered my leg and lost some teeth
And I’m still standing behind every word I speak, peep
Quaking in my cream, don’t worry how I grieve, bitch
Frozen broken heart thawin’ out on my sleeve
Then throw my last dollar on the floor (floor)
My guardian angel’s name is doe, I can never go broke
Yo, the artifact with all the facts (ay)
Dodgin’ cap in my dodger cap
I like to call myself the God of rap
But really I just gotta rap, hollaback
My movement is still intelligent
Yo’ movement is still irrelevant
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Li Rye – Broken Heart Lyrics
Intro
(Mommy, India got the beats)
(Ayo, Keyz, make ‘em feel it all)
Chorus
Call him D Wade, one of my opps had caught three to the chest
We shoot at necks, so save your money, don’t even buy a vest
Said you want smoke, just get in line and we gon’ whack you next
When I buy opps, I call my brothers ‘cause they shoot the best
At the wake the only time them niggas get to rest (Grrt)
Bitch, I’m a shooting star, I kill ‘bout my respect
No ref, we ride with TEC’s
Out of bonds, catch ‘em
Like a pre-game warmup, we gon’ leave you stretched
Verse 1
Bodies droppin’ ‘cause all my shooters clumsy
He dropped a diss, we wrapped his ass up like a fucking mummy
Head top, leave him brain dead, same nigga say he a crash dummy
Know niggas that won’t even die for theyself sayin’ they’ll kill for me
No construction work, I got some niggas that’s gon’ drill for me
He cracked a four, then died, I was cracking up when they killed buddy
That pussy nigga dead, shit got me dead, that’s why it’s still funny
Better have a rope around me than a thief ‘cause it’s gon’ kill me if you steal from me
I broke her heart some years ‘go, wonder if she still love me
Sent a text that I can help you put it back together
Stood in the rain without a jacket or sweater
That shit had made me a man
Bro got juvenile life, I just wrote him a letter
Oh, ‘bout love I don’t know
I’m in traffic sippin’ green right now, prolly why I been on go
Chorus
Call him D Wade, one of my opps had caught three to the chest
We shoot at necks, so save your money, don’t even buy a vest
Said you want smoke, just get in line and we gon’ whack you next
When I buy opps, I call my brothers ‘cause they shoot the best
At the wake the only time them niggas get to rest (Grrt)
Bitch, I’m a shooting star, I kill ‘bout my respect
No ref, we ride with TEC’s
Out of bonds, catch ‘em
Like a pre-game warmup, we gon’ leave you stretched
Verse 2
Like a freaky bitch, we get these niggas smashed any time of the day
I bought bilingual bullets for my chopper, it’s a Russian K
Got hollow tips on any Glock that I clutch, this bitch’ll eat your face
Set him up with a ho, cremate the bitch and throw him in a vase
He wasn’t no big opp, he was a lil’ dog, I could fit him in a urn
We call these glizzies fire ‘cause these R.I.P. bullets rip and burn
Might die, you missed a turn, I ain’t sparing children, never too young to die
I know I ain’t friends but once I die, I know I’m gon’ fry
‘Fore I go, just look me in my eyes and don’t tell me a lie
Poppin’ Percocets to clear my mind, I try not to cry
Lil’ bitch told me that I caught her eye, I must look like a stye
It ain’t no name on them bullets flyin’, either die or comply
My ex-bitch keep callin’ me, why? You know that it’s too late for that
Gotta pray, then he ain’t survive, I’ll never get that baby back
How she did me, know I hated that
Been in Hell and made it back
And my pants so big, my pockets fat
And these skinnies for a lot of racks
Chorus
Call him D Wade, one of my opps had caught three to the chest
We shoot at necks, so save your money, don’t even buy a vest
Said you want smoke, just get in line and we gon’ whack you next
When I buy opps, I call my brothers ‘cause they shoot the best
At the wake the only time them niggas get to rest (Grrt)
Bitch, I’m a shooting star, I kill ‘bout my respect
No ref, we ride with TEC’s
Out of bonds, catch ‘em
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Saint Levant – Tell Me I’m Dreaming (Official Video) Lyrics
Intro
To a lonely boy, Tell
Verse 1
Uh, life in the West
Scrolling through Insta, daily reminders we blessed
I mean, sure we got our problems
But the pictures that be popping up from back home
Minimize but elevate the stress, no
I’m just the son of a nation that will never fall
I′m the grandson of immigrants that saw it all
They talk about us online but we know who we are
And I got very few friends that know who they are
800 people at the show but I want you only
She’s said لاقي واحدة تانية but babе, I want you on me
Road life is getting lonеly, I won’t let anything slow me
I need a woman to hold me down when the spotlight is gone
Will you be here tomorrow?
J’te veux pour moi et que pour moi
‘Cause I know what you want
وأه بتذكر لما كانوا يحكوا عني بالعقل
بس ما بتأثر، أنا شغلة ما شوفتوها من قبل
A hundred thousand dollar checks they pay me to be me now
You think I give a fuck about some tweets now?
I’m just glad I gave you something to talk about with your boys
‘Cause you’re just bored and unemployed, huh?
Talk of the town, talk of the town
Now you gotta go through marek to talk to me now
My grandma’s Alzheimer’s tone down, we playin’ piano
Pick up the saxophone again and I’m hittin’ soprano
A young Freddie Mercury mixed with some Marlon Brando
A light pink suit on me, I swear it’s on brand though
And I’m still in command though, I got a lot of ammo
Talk about me all you want, I bet your girl a fan though
Refugees with the privilege to dream
Come to the city and meet the team
Refugees with the privilege to dream
The boy is a money-makin’ machine now
Chorus
Tell me I’m dreaming
There’s nothing we all have left to leave
Nothing we all have left to leave
I give so much joy to a lonely boy
Tell me I’m dreaming
Post-Chorus
Don’t know if I’m dreaming or it’s real life, baby
Don’t know if I’m dreaming or it’s real life, baby
Told me you could meet me on the west side
And I’m slashing for the women but I can’t lie
Verse 2
I think that you should cancel all your plans and come see me
Even if I hurt you, don’t need me
We are not the same, you can’t feel me
She told me, “Y a quelqu’chose dans ta voix qui m’plaît”
Okay, y a quelqu’chose dans ma voix qui plaît, c’est fait
I’m coast to coast and I die
You talk about me, I laugh
You been all on your ah, ah
And I’ve been all in my bag
The last time that I saw you, I didn’t know what I had
But now wherever I travel, man, I swear I’m bringing my dad
Outro
You told me you could meet me on the west side
It’s a 20-hour ferry, put a spin time
Bébé, on fait pas l’amour que dans mes rêves
Même si je vois les mots de travers dans tes cernes, I’ll be waiting
But you don’t know
‘Cause I like it when you don’t know
Yeah, I met you out in Saudi but I’ll see you in LA
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Pi’erre Bourne – Honeyberry 2 Lyrics
Chorus
I just won my first award, yeah, she trippin’ on me
Know this girl on her explore, yeah, she trippin’ on me
She be flying out to other niggas, she be trippin’ on me
Screenshots with other women, she be trippin’ on me
I just won my first award, yeah, she trippin’ on me (I just won my first award)
Know this girl on her explore, yeah, she trippin’ on me (Know this girl on her explore)
She be flying out to other niggas, yeah, she trippin’ on me (She be flying out to other niggas)
Screenshots with other womеn, yeah, she trippin’ on me (Screenshots with othеr women)
Verse
Ain’t perfect, yeah, but it’s worth it, yeah
And my last one did me dirty, yeah
I can’t trust a hoe, bitches gon’ leave me early, yeah
Man, these hoes is cold, pockets Big Shirley, yeah
Wasting time, not what I had in mind (Mind)
I was just trying to get inside your mind, wait (Mind)
Thinkin’ ‘bout you and all my dollar signs (Signs)
Paving no way, gotta draw the line (Line)
Rollerblade (Blade), stay on my grind (Grind)
I’m on stage (Stage), she’s outside (Side)
Come backstage (Stage), spend some time (Time)
If I come back, I’ma hit your line (Line)
Dual love, hit that bitch two times (Two times)
Show me love, sendin’ hearts all the time (Purples)
Say she in love, but I know she lyin’ (She)
Say she in love, but I know she lyin’ (She)
Say she in love, but I know she lyin’ (She)
Say she in love, but I know she lyin’ (She)
Say she want love, then she end up cryin’ (She)
Now her friends lookin’ at my shit for some signs (Signs)
I ain’t trippin’, it ain’t nothing there to find (Find)
Like the Thornberrys, live a wild ass life (Life)
Throw a Honey Berry, gotta get me right (Right)
Throw a Honey Berry, gotta get me right (Right)
Throw a Honey Berry, gotta get me right (Right)
Throw a Honey Berry, gotta get me right
Fuck love
Told you that I gotta run it up (Up)
All these hoes ain’t fuck when I had a couple bucks (Bucks)
Now y’all hoes wanna fuck, y’all act like fuckin’ bums (Bums)
So it’s fuck love (It’s fuck love)
Baby, don’t act like you don’t know what’s up (What’s up)
Baby, don’t act like you don’t know what’s up (What?)
Baby, don’t act like you don’t know what’s up (What? What?)
Chorus
I just won my first award, yeah, she choosin’ on me (I just won my first award)
Know this girl on her explore, yeah, she trippin’ on me (Know this girl on her explore)
She be flying out to other niggas, she be trippin’ on me (She be flying out to other niggas)
Screenshots with other women, she be trippin’ on me (Screenshots with other women)
I just won my first award (I just won my first award), yeah
Know this girl on her explore, yeah, she trippin’ on me (Know this girl on her explore)
She be flying out to other niggas, yeah, she trippin’ on me (She be flying out to other niggas)
Screenshots with other women, yeah, she trippin’ on me (Screenshots with other women)
Outro
Woah, woah, old, it’s ancient
When I’m gone, your love is old, it’s ancient
Yeah, your love is, your love is old, it’s ancient
Ayy, your love is old, it’s ancient
Woah, woah, old, it’s ancient
When I’m gone, your love is old, it’s ancient
Yeah, your love is gone, it’s old, it’s ancient
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Phunk B – DESPRE TRAFIC (cu Stres, Cabron) (Lyric video) Lyrics
Bun venit la emisiunea ‘Schimb de genți’
Unde ca să câștigi tre’ să te ferești de agenți
Și ăștia nu sunt singurii voștri oponenți
Unii dintre ei se ascund și printre concurenți
Cea mai importantă regulă…
Să nu-ți dai contactu’ futu-te-n gură
E ca și cum ți-ai da gaură-n lingură
Sau ca și cum ți-o lași cu mine singură
Niște reguli pe care mai insistăm
Nu luam dacă nu-i ca ce-ai adus să testăm
Și nu dăm banii înainte să ne uităm
Ți le-am zis în mare așa ca să știi cum stăm
Scopul e la final
Să ai alte scheme să faci banii legal
Să nu uiți că tre’ să și cobori de pe val
Să nu te dărâme când ajungе la mal
Hai să-ți dau marfă
Vrei să-ți dau marfă?
Îți dau marfă
Vino la băiat să-ți dea marfă
Hai să-ți dau marfă
Vrei să-ți dau marfă?
Îți dau marfă
Vino la băiat să-ți dеa marfă
Genți, plase, geamantane mari
Bate la ușă și tresari
Bagi saci în portbagaje mari
Cred că-i momentul să te cari
Tu…
Alergi toată viața după biștari
Peste alea rele să sari
Și când realizezi ca n-ai adversari
Cauți momentul să apari
Genți, plase, geamantane mari
Bate la ușă și tresari
Bagi saci în portbagaje mari
Cred că-i momentul să te cari
Tu…
Alergi toată viața după biștari
Peste alea rele să sari
Și când realizezi ca n-ai adversari
Cauți momentul să apari
Am apărut cu-n șto
Prea mult pentru începători
Wou
Dintr-un fum fac nori
Dintr-un fum
Fac
Nori
Wou
O vorbă despre trafic toată lumea așteaptă verde
Scor bun, soi bun, hai să fim prieteni
Foc, brichete, buchete și fente
Râsete, zâmbete și sete
Fi’atent
Lasă prostiile și numără hârtiile
Scade prețu’ să înceapă cormețu’
Despre traficul din București Sud
Ce să spun… aștepți mult da-i ok nu?
Un sfert de oră e o oră pentru toți
2-3 ore poa’ să însemne opt
Comentează dacă iți place zero opt
Wou, wou, wou, wou
Genți, plase, geamantane mari
Bate la ușă și tresari
Bagi saci în portbagaje mari
Cred că-i momentul să te cari
Tu…
Alergi toată viața după biștari
Peste alea rele să sari
Și când realizezi ca n-ai adversari
Cauți momentul să apari
Genți, plase, geamantane mari
Bate la ușă și tresari
Bagi saci în portbagaje mari
Cred că-i momentul să te cari
Tu…
Alergi toată viața după biștari
Peste alea rele să sari
Și când realizezi ca n-ai adversari
Cauți momentul să apari
Am marfă
Vino la băiat z’dau marf
Vino la băiat z’dau marf
Vrei z’dau marf?
Vino la băiat z’dau marf
Vino la băiat yeh Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
Wilmer Roberts Ft. Al2 El Aldeano – LOFI ( Video Oficial ) Lyrics
Sueña con una relación estable
Sueña con alguien que le hable después que le den
Pero ahora no va a ser
Porque perdió la fe y se encuentra vulnerable
Y ni siquiera es notable
Entre tanto maquillaje pa’ sentirse deseable
O tal vez pa’ esconderse, eh (y dejar de escaparse)
Pero nadie es confiable
Ya, se arregló las uña’, se cortó el pelo
Se deshizo al fin de aquel viejo pañuelo, eh
Se tatuó una flor como consuelo
Y dice que ella también puede salir del suelo
Lofigirl, no cualquiera la merece
Aunque a vece’ extraña quien la bese
Tiene conversacione’ por DM pa’ entretenerse
Pero le piden verla y se desaparece
Y dice que mientra’ respire, de nadie se asfixia
Que la’ relacione’ de su’ amiga’ son ficticia’
Y para siempre afeita’, porque ella misma se acaricia
Nadie se aprovecha de ella, pero no se desperdicia
Y pasa el día viendo Netflix, no piensa en el ex, si
Casi no sale (casi no sale)
Igual que toa’ la’ mujere’
Piensa que los hombre’ son todo’ iguale’
Sueña con una relación estable
Sueña con alguien que le hable después que le den
Pero ahora no va a ser
Porque perdió la fe y se encuentra vulnerable
Y ni siquiera es notable
Entre tanto maquillaje pa’ sentirse deseable
O tal vez pa’ esconderse, eh
Pero nadie es confiable
Ahora quiere un hombre que la cuide
Que la brinque en sus invierno’ y la acompañe al infierno si decide
Un man que cuando salga por la puerta no se olvide
Que cuando no hay para vino quién es que su pan divide
Sin deseo no es posible, y tú lo sabe’
No sientes, simplemente eres como un cadáver
El alma no tiene precio por más que la piel te paguen
Guarda las lágrima’ pa’ cuando la luz se apague
La lluvia en la ventana, la Luna ya sin ropa
En la alfombra hay vino de unas copas
Por más que el fogón prenden, solo logran que se enfríe más la sopa
Del sufrimiento no se escapa ni cuando se dopa
No hay lentes que te tapen la tristeza
La experiencia por los desamore’ en el andar te pesa
Te quieres sentir bien, más no cumples tus promesa’
Te vas a casar con Dios, pero el diablo es quien te besa
No hay más vida después de esta, te lo digo
Así me dijo un día un buen amigo
Ella quiere que le toquen todo el ser con el cielo de testigo
Pero un vacío deja un frío que ni los mendigos
El cuerpo bello, el rostro, más perfecta edad
En su actitud, el reflejo exacto de esta humanidad
Una sombra, qué perdida, vaga en su inconformidad
Que buscando la perfección se encontró con la soledad
Sueña con una relación estable
Sueña con alguien que le hable después que le den
Pero ahora no va a ser
Porque perdió la fe y se encuentra vulnerable
Y ni siquiera es notable
Entre tanto maquillaje pa’ sentirse deseable (Ah, eh; asere)
O tal vez pa’ esconderse (Y dejar de escaparse)
Pero nadie es confiable
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
Intro
Ils sont voleurs, ils sont assassins, ils sont violeurs, c’est tout c’qu’ils sont
L’immigration n’est pas une chance pour la France, c’est même un fléau, l’immigration aggrave le chômage, deux millions d’emplois sont actuellement occupés par des étrangers et pourraient l’être par des français
Et je considère que le voile, c’est un étendard du fascisme islamique, c’est une svastika au féminin
On a le sentiment que vous dites et que vous pensеz la même chose
Couplet 1
Ils veulеnt juste divertir les pantins, hypocrisie et médiocrité, les guerres de cité, eux, ça leur convient, trop de coups d’couteaux ou d’mères qui pleurent
Tout l’monde qui souffre, y a personne qui revient, personne qui retient
Moi je me souviens, dent pour dent, la rue, c’est trop cité, tant que les sous viennent, tout l’monde se soutient
Et quand y a de l’enjeu, on s’tacle, j’ai l’mort, on s’donne en spectacle
Dans leurs reportages de merde, j’reconnais les miens même floutés
Putain d’destin caoutchouteux, triple filtré, doubler les douteux
Train d’vie coûteux, interview d’footeux, personne n’écoute, ça me dégoûte
Pré-refrain
Les jungles de pétrole, les cités sans soleil (Les cités sans soleil)
Où plus personne décolle malgré les auréoles
Y a rien dans l’abdomen, la poisse, c’est mon domaine et mon cholestérol c’est du polystyrène (Ouah)
À la palestinienne, j’vais sortir du dilemme, c’est comme ça mon grand, ouais, la vie, elle est vilaine
Refrain
Han, yeah, dites aux médias, dites à la jap’, qu’y a des héros qui n’ont pas d’capes, des cancéreux qui n’fument pas d’clopes
Des millionnaires qui n’ont pas l’bac, des banlieusards qui n’tiennent pas l’bloc
Mais les cités qui n’vendent pas d’drogue, ça n’intéresse pas France 24
Dites aux médias, dites à la jap’, qu’y a des héros qui n’ont pas d’capes, des cancéreux qui n’fument pas d’clopes
Des millionnaires qui n’ont pas l’bac, des banlieusards qui n’tiennent pas l’bloc
Mais les cités qui n’vendent pas d’drogue, ça n’intéresse pas France 24
Couplet 2
Ouais, ça fait partie du processus, on n’est pas maudits, on n’est pas damnés
Faudrait être fort, pas s’défoncer plus, l’atterrissage est brutal quand on fait qu’planer
Mon grand, n’écoute pas les soulards, aucune attention qu’tu peux leur prêter
Parler d’Islam, ça cache la pauvreté, c’est ça qu’on appelle le coup du foulard
Petit, ça glisse dans les couloirs, les autres rient de ta douleur
Aucune lumière dans le trou noir, les gosses naissent pas dans les choux-fleurs
Ça grandit très vite au placard, comprends les hagar, un côté blagueur
Le cerveau s’développe quand il n’y a plus d’coeur (Rah)
Pré-refrain
Les jungles de pétrole, les cités sans soleil (Les cités sans soleil)
Où plus personne décolle malgré les auréoles
Y a rien dans l’abdomen, la poisse, c’est mon domaine et mon cholestérol c’est du polystyrène (Ouah)
À la palestinienne, j’vais sortir du dilemme, c’est comme ça mon grand, ouais, la vie, elle est vilaine
Refrain
Han, yeah, dites aux médias, dites à la jap’, qu’y a des héros qui n’ont pas d’capes, des cancéreux qui n’fument pas d’clopes
Des millionnaires qui n’ont pas l’bac, des banlieusards qui n’tiennent pas l’bloc
Mais les cités qui n’vendent pas d’drogue, ça n’intéresse pas France 24
Dites aux médias, dites à la jap’, qu’y a des héros qui n’ont pas d’capes, des cancéreux qui n’fument pas d’clopes
Des millionnaires qui n’ont pas l’bac, des banlieusards qui n’tiennent pas l’bloc
Mais les cités qui n’vendent pas d’drogue, ça n’intéresse pas France 24
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Couplet 1 : Deuspi & Lé Will
667, 667
Killuminati comme Tupac (Yeah)
J’fais les 2 mandats comme Chirac
Et j’cède pas d’place comme Rosa Parks
Si yo vinn denié jé glock la compact (Yeah)
Pa gen tan fè zouk ou bien kompa (Baw)
667, 215 en contact (Rahh)
Dèpi se chiff math ou bien compta (Mmh)
Si sa vin tro cho mèt son en fort (Ouais)
C’est police nou ka fuck
Twop shit twop stock
Glock 17 en frok
L’agen la en twop
Bu-Business ka fèt en troc
215 twop hot (Ekip)
L’agen sal ou pwop (Ekip)
Tounin cerveau yo kon hollogram
Chiffre caché dans des lettres comme monogramme
Wa connet nou toujou connecté yien ki fait lagen ki au programme
Réseau connecté
S/o DOC, on est connectés
L’argent on l’place, on l’investit, après on vient l’collecter
Refrain : Lé Will & DOC OVG
Deux, quinze, double six sept (Ekip, ekip, ekip)
Nou ka toujou fuck le 17 (Ekip, ekip, ekip)
Deux, quinze, double six sept (Ekip, ekip, ekip)
Nou ka toujou fuck le 17 (Ekip, ekip, ekip)
Négro chaque jour, s/o la secte (Ekip, ekip, ekip)
Chaque jour faut faire l’cash en vite fait (Ekip, ekip, ekip)
Rentre dans l’game sans porter d’casquette (Ekip, ekip, ekip)
Ça sort, ça rentre, ça part en discret (Ekip, ekip, ekip)
Couplet 1 : DOC OVG & Kaki Santana
J’suis dans l’moulin j’mouline moula (Squa’)
3 taffes en balle tu deviens tout pâle (Brrr)
Découpe la prod elle rejoint Bouddha (Pah)
Cali qui t’fait danser un soûlard (Squa’)
215, 221 position 4-4-2 on les tend par 4 (Pa-paw)
458 un pound il en faut 916 pour la trap (Brrr)
La connexion big Sénégal-Martinique (Brrr)
Chaîne en or sous fer pas d’ghillie
Soldat sans grade, fais pas l’bizzy (Nah)
Comme ça je le fais comme Lil Bibby
J’suis avec Lé Will, j’suis avec DOC, j’suis avec Deuspi (Brrr)
Aboie pas comme Husky (Nah)
DOC OVG a le kush qui
Casse ton cerveau roule ton que-sti
Connexion Antilles-Dakar
Retourne ton appart’
Tout l’monde veut sa part
J’ai l’biff dans l’radar
Sicap sur la carte
Lé Will, Deuspi, MMS tout l’monde s’écarte
Toi-même tu sais qu’on est killumi
J’allume le bédo qui m’illumine (Brrr)
J’touche les bagages à des prix d’usine
Négro j’ai des maka si tu lean
Refrain : Lé Will & DOC OVG
Deux, quinze, double six sept (Ekip, ekip, ekip)
Nou ka toujou fuck le 17 (Ekip, ekip, ekip)
Deux, quinze, double six sept (Ekip, ekip, ekip)
Nou ka toujou fuck le 17 (Ekip, ekip, ekip)
Négro chaque jour, s/o la secte (Ekip, ekip, ekip)
Chaque jour faut faire l’cash en vite fait (Ekip, ekip, ekip)
Rentre dans l’game sans porter d’casquette (Ekip, ekip, ekip)
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