Lyrics:
vie
Tout compte fait, c'pas un conte de fée
Fais gaffe au pare-brise
Des joints sans culasse, on déstresse
Mais l'état t'encule à sec, on calcule ap
like, "We goin' to London"
We used to walk inside the office give them people hell
I knew you was loyal when your partner went to jail
You never
Téma la taille du joint il m'emmène loin
Alors j'mets les pleins phares
Anh, c'est Lucci au canon
Pas d'bavardage
On rattrape le temps passé
La pute
Jus God[00:05.71]Guild[00:08.61]Uh-huh[00:11.41]If I gotta pull up, I pop out, y'all already heard all that shit on the Kass joint
Monopoly, advance
You're coppin' me like white crystal
I gross the most at the end of the fiscal year than these niggas could wish to
The dead presidential
Monopoly, advance
You're coppin' me like white crystal
I gross the most at the end of the fiscal year than these niggas could wish to
The dead presidential
revolve my flow
Six joints in and your coffin close
See me in the club I'm in my office clothes
No plan B this is all I know
Broke bitches looking where
de quoi sucer, tu mordilles
J'roule un méga-joint, j'm'envoie sur orbite
[?] sur mon ordi
J'suis l'prochain négro qu'il faut pas rater
La star
remparts
Faut pas qu'on arrive en retard
Pose ton joint dans l'cendar
Vaniteux et vantard, Neochrome l'étendard
On va t'rentrer dans l'lard
À la fête tu
prendre le fric sale
Pas d'controle fiscal et des gars pour
D'l'argent en battent sur ring
Ça fait des dégâts
Mais bon moi c'est sur tous
Les agents en bas
the fellas drop top like a caddy
I don't wanna know about the niggas in the office
I'm a C.E.O. all I care about is profit!
Profit, Profit, Profit
D-d-dogs
but you know how some be acting funny
Hating cause I'm making more bacon than they could take in a whole fiscal year
Well, I'm making dollars just
Step into my office, it's time for you
To have your annual performance review
I know that a raise is for what you've been yearning
But I'm afraid
you could have some more
You won't have earned your millions
Your new mantle: Robber Baron
Your fiscal needs long since removed
But you continue
of the fiscal liars
My taxes better help the fact that grades risen higher
Like Charles Minor I'm taking over the office
To remind people we humans first
The typhoons and hurricanes
They said if the methane were lost from the permafrost
That'd be a whole 'nother game
They said the fiscal cost would be such a loss
engrenagem
Fútil, capitalista
Que rouba da gente os valores da mente
Nos deixando doente, vendo miragem
Deus não sei como cheguei aqui
Office boy, assistente,
an office; I'm the boss of his own boss desk
Don't call my work phone if ain't serious; I won't answer it
I should be the last resort if someone can't handle
never see the life after that
So they just keep live in the same fiscal circle.
Lots people working at 2am
There's no public transit running
When you
The new fiscal quarter is upon us and our profit margin index indicates that production needs to be increased by at least 20%
Get on the phones get
the economy's web I speculate
From my fiscal throne I lead the ball
Every shareholder's cheer every competitor's fall
Rise stocks rise! Fall stocks fall!
At my
It was dark, it was dirty
But dull it was not
The joint was jumping every night
But now it's just a parking lot
This city was cruel
This
(F-F-F, Double-O,S)
(Ey, ja)
Roll' im Auto, in Berlin, auf Tilidin und Joints (rreh, rreh)
Ohne Führerschein, sie kriegen mich eh nicht (hey,
Tell 'em that I need more
Fire
Tell 'em that we need more
Tell 'em that I need more
I woke up this morning, rolled a joint, then got to it
Dealt
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