Lyrics:
Depuis que j'ai croisé dans l'escalier
Du métro aérien
Le sourire enfantin
Aux lèvres d'une beauté printanière
Que la flèche de son regard moqueur
womb, what happened to the creed?
An unspoken word between you and I
J-B's for life, we ain't supposed to cry
Remember after my first fight, we stayed
grain and leavin' stains on cerebellums
Rebel 'em, propel 'em, gel 'em, from P.A. to Deep Ellum
Tell 'em I told 'em, wrote 'em, fuck it, phone 'em
bitches, well, we can screw that too
Yeah, man, notice I said "we"
She's a J-you-M-P
Man, off top, fam, I got figures in the game
She's fuckin' with
Yea, yea, this P-T nigga
Representin' my D-J Squeaky!(Squeaky!)
Nigga
I'm a dedicate this song to the gone
All my niggas that left ya live
Yea, yea, this P-T nigga
Representin' my D-J Squeaky!(Squeaky!)
Nigga
I'm a dedicate this song to the gone
All my niggas that left ya live
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They smile in ya face, but they ain't lovin you
Turn your back, they tryin to break your J-A-W
Who a nigga
Backwoods see vegas straight chocolate fillers black n milds
Huh bro y'all niggaz don't know nuttin about ?
Cognac, j.o.b., 1.5
Break it up, chop it
if it ain't ruff, it ain't me
And I refuse to turn are-A-P, in R&B
You went from hardcore to pop
Just to be on top
I give Cool J his props and that's
sock.
Rubber band man rip around with a knot.
Blowin' smoke rings because I take a lot.
I make shit pop in the parking lot.
L.p. hits shots just for
what you are
A B C D E F G
H I J K L M N O P
Q R S T U V
W X Y and Z
Now I know my A B C’s
Next time won’t you sing with me?
the back gate heard ya
Girl so i waited up
Bust a couple shots out my thang
Then i caught a bus
Bought the shit call my nigs up
They was in the west p
money deadout
My name's Joseph A-D-E-N-U-G-A
I love grime but I don't usually spray
I've got four kids and all of
Their names begin with a J
You know
d'venus
Des têtes chenues
Des grisons
Tous les vieux fourneaux
Prennent les jeunots
Pour des cons
Moi, qui balance entre deux âges
J'leur adresse
remember)
Catch a body, gotta lay low (low)
Turn a snapback to a halo
Then I slide with a bitch, look like J-Lo
Money comin' they gon' move when I say so
J Blige on repeat
Leave you dead on vacation, brought the 9 to the beach
I'm my own man, so I don't care what your boy think
DJ Whoo Kid had me
This how they got me feeling right now, look, nigga what about, me, what about boo.
They holla Juvi', they holla Jigga, they holla T.I.P.
They
no colors or shit
But got that p-90 rouger & it can get ugly in this bitch
My city watching my rearview, I'm speaking in codes
Cause I'm a gansta
subito presto,
Entre la rue Didot et la rue de Vanves,
La conne, la méchante,
Va d'mander ma tête à ses p'tits poteaux,
Entre la rue de Vanv's et la
不甲斐ない your life
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Forever
Not good guy 止めたいなら
もっと真剣な生き様
してみてよ P.Y.T
Here's what you can do for me, lay low
Here's what you
then they make your brother pay
Doin' dirt, leave you hurt, then they make your mother pray
We got raw plus cook up in this bitch
Master P with
Don, Don, gimme
J White did it
Ayo, it's crunch time niggas in 9, come get yo dick slime
Noriega, Gary Noël running through my bloodline
Jet
la compe está tirándose pe'o
De cualquier maya sale un raton dice Cheo
Se te mete la S de suelta, la' teta' envuelta'
La P de pasta a lo
at em now switcharoo I bet they wish they could trade
And now my mama gettin calls oh I ain't know that was P.J.
[Chorus]
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