Lyrics:
said I’m the best she forever indebted
So much on my debit I need some more credit
You said you the best well it’s time to forget it
This shit go deeper
I've seen how to
keep you new in my mind
please give me credit, for not having judged you
and I'll do the same thing for you
I won't be sorry, if
your credit cards, it doesn't look that hard
I don't really understand all the hype
Smiling, styling, all of the world has to know
If you're shining,
Step right up, look inside
Max your credit and enjoy the ride
Sap the young, dupe the old
Countless homeless left in the cold
Formulating
credit putting all that aside
We have swallowed our pride.
These are very dangerous,
And difficult times.
Florence:
It really doesn't matter
Who comes
fusil, n'a plus qu'un goût de plomb
Frappe le sol du pied pour éloigner anges et démons
Mort à crédit, j'paierai pas cette pute, rubis sur ongles
maisons?
I'ma millionaire, lookin' for a credit, guns what they cost? I'ma pay you
Shit man, this shit crazy, Long live Ketchy The Great
I don't know
but I might confuse a few
You need to know that I'm much better than you
Better credit than you, greener letters than you
You and your crew coming
sucked her tits
I didn’t make it home
Passed out
On her fucking couch
While she gave me dome
Gotta give her credit though I came to bone
Woah
Flow is
your love
I don't need my credit card to satisfy my girl cuz
It's love material stuff that she's dreaming of
You know that I have to shop for Christmas
twinkle like stuffed dogs.
You're like the stormy ocean now,
collecting death like driftwood.
But one man's suicide is a credit company's bride.
One man's
Day after day I danced in your shade
My smile hid the pain
And I stored it away
As your credits rolled by
I stood as your prize
But I was craving so
shot for supervision and area codes
Sticky, Tweezy and JeJe
DJ Fanatic and L.E.S
Khuli Chana the legend, Master A Flat on the credit
Sbuda Roc in
your girl don't talk too much (mm)
Brin' her here chop-chop
Bank account chop-chop
Any amount chop-chop
Credit card top up
I scam, I scam, I scam, I
a love like yours"
You got what you wanted, how's it feel to be a winner
Do you want the other half of my credit card debt
Because he still owes me
to handle
Got us in church every year
Lighting candles
(What’s In them synthetics)
Got you hooked like dianetics
Wrong shit in the bat
(Roll the credits)
It
credit
I got a few things in the cabinet
Five gold rings like a champion
And I ain't gon change I'm a savage
Sipping rosé with the family
What it look like
บางครั้งมันตามหลอกหลอนจนกูเกือบชีวิตพัง
กูเลยสู้มันกลับด้วยการปลงอนิจจัง
ก่อนฝังมัน
เอาไว้ในบ่อ
ให้การอภัยฉาบปูนแล้วค่อยเอาอิฐก่อ
จบ end credit จะมีภาพมันแตกหน่อ
prosper
It was written so respect the author
Read it lead it then set it
Cash on delivery no type of credit
Generational growth that's the oath
Seeds are no
festivitatis
stabat Jesus, et clamabat dicens:
Si quis sitit veniat ad me et bibat.
Qui credit in me, sicut dixit Scriptura,
flumina de ventre ejus fluent
que le début
Je n'paierai pas ton petit crédit
Adieu la France, petit pays
Tu vends des armes trêve de petit délit
Puis t'aimes la chatte à Ugly
rê-vasse
Classe es-pèce tout op-tion di-rec-tion l'a-vion
Mar-seille Hong-Kong al-lée sim-ple bil-let bas-ta
Les mains vides votre carte de crédit dans mon
the credits ran
So we headed off into the night when the lights went down
Too bad
You said you want to know me
I guessed you'd want to show me
Why don't you
THX roll the credits again
Good fortune big biz thieves
send the chief sitting Sarahs seat
Book cut to piece luxurious thieves capish
I am
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