Lyrics:
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(Eh oh, eh oh)
The world don't stop
Keep my guns pop guy
In my hood we get beat up by the cops
C'est la vie
The blocks too hot
We tryna
Eve
Watching rain drops on my window pane (Mm hmm)
Oh winter rain (La-la la-la)
Oh winter rain
Memories of you keep flashing by
Breakfast in bed
Eve
Watching rain drops on my window pane (Mm hmm)
Oh winter rain (La-la la-la)
Oh winter rain
Memories of you keep flashing by
Breakfast in bed
gun et bah pose le par terre (par terre)
Y a after dans le cimetière (cimetière)
Dans la rue j'suis prestataire (-tataire)
Mais à l'époque mes
They got me killin' with them
They got me sinnin' with them
Smokin' drum, holdin' arms, bustin' guns with them
They got me fearin' the pen,
Don't fuck with us, you don't want none
Don't trust no one, so we brought guns
Know guns'll bust when the squad come
No bumpin' gums, we don't talk
to live since I was kid
Playing in the yard with a 30-06
House look like a gun range
Room look like a gun store
Either you're gonna know my name
Or niggas
seems
That these roads here were paved to broken dream
Ain't no Las Vegas lights
Ain't no California coast
And I've seen a lot of both
But this shit
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin' to get shot
By me or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin' to get shot
By me or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's
Lawton, AKA Deadshot
Flashback to Deadshot holding a phone
Next to him – and then a travelling shot
Of Gotham’s rooftops
Followed by Deadshot planting
I'm about my issue babe
And you can tell by my name, yeah
I'm about my issue babe
Whatever stands in my way, yeah
Ooh, la da da, da da da, la da
Gather round
I got a story to tell
This my ghetto lullaby
Lullaby
La la la la la lullaby
This my ghetto lullaby
Lullaby
La la la la la lullaby
This
Asics, (coke test) I ace it
I been rich, since 20, bitch
Gun right by the cash (what's that?) the money clip
This Gucci kicker got your girl in nuddy
like bowels
And take all your princesses, bitch
I am Bowser
Fuck superpowers, I got this weed
Gun on my hip, dawg, that's all that I need
I don't play
Fuck that shit 'cause I ain't the one
For a punk motherfucker with a badge and a gun
To be beaten on and thrown in jail
We can go toe to toe in
Sha.
Sha.
Sha.
La la la la la la.
Sha
Drivin' down the road in a big blue car,
With the top way down, a night full of stars,
An' my
Winfrey, you are the gross national product'
I'll get my guns and ammo, cruise down to LA Ask you for your autograph, and blow you away BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
Born in a one horse town
Amongst the lost unfound
William Bonney found a different way
He stole a gun one day
Through childhood years he played
La la la la la la la la la la iaaaa
Ei ei eeeeeeiii
Broken microphone, mystic global sound the rithm of souul
Real my head alone, living inside on by
La de da de da de da
Do I trust 'em? Probably not
I think that y'all probably fry
I think that my brain is fried
La de da de da de da
Do not
LA LA
I won't stop
LA LA LA
I won't stop ou ooouuu
I'm praying for LA
Let me tell you bout the city where I'm from
You can loose your life just by
L.A., Kingston, New York and London
Move, nobody fight, form together as one
This gun pressure soon be over and done
??? the road controlled by
peuf'
Au tier-quar ca fume la OG Kush
Parle pas trop avec mes gars
Ou ça sort le gun ne t'approche pas trop tu
Pourrais t'prendre une balle
Dans ma tête,
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