Lyrics:
Well, she smoke just like chimney and she's built of solid bricks
She's a tall bolt of lightning so you better strike quick
She's a big Alberta
Well I'm all coiled up and ready to strike
Like a viper in the rough in the setting sun
Shocked and terrified
Like a sniper in the grass long after
to find that no stone is dumb
No stone is dumb
So I don't want to do it all
But do it all with you
And I don't want to change my strike
I wanna walk
t'aimes, like
Gros pocket bike
Une balle pour dix individus, ouais, j'aime les strikes
J'dépose le mic' que pour me fight
Mon négro check
Check, check
Gee
Oder wie? Ach nie, ich gebe ihm ein Alibi
Denn zur Tatzeit hingen wir bei mir in meinem Block
Haben Counter-Strike gezockt und Gerichtsshows
Conter-Strike, Playsi und Xbox
Jeder Geburtstag war groß
Jedes Weihnachten zuhause heilig
Heute wird nur noch gefeiert
So richtig, dann wenn im Kalender grad
GPS segna che sono nei guai
Non ho fortuna, ho solo un pacchetto di Lucky Strike
Beata te, che ti faccio schifo
Dici che schifo, però quanti like
I like the way that you look in my headlights
Climbing off your balcony
We drive away, luckier than that Lucky Strike
Hanging in-between your
beaucoup, au final il s'est même pas pé-ta
Il strike ça fake le taekwendo
J'revends barette dans Tagenda
Elle trouve que j'suis frais comme une glace donc
gone
You're older than the subway
Higher than the skyway
Smokin' in between the lines
Watchin' for the white hats
Strike breakers, dirty rats
the dressing
Putting 'em all in check like step up who's next in
Line to feed the lion (lion), strike like the ten pin
Every day another fuckin' headspin
Can
a lightning strike when it hits the ground
It's like the first time every time that we touch
Something about my hand in yours
Like holding a match
Strike up a match
Extinguish the city lights
Fire tracks on the 103
Tonight we charge the moon admission
It's about where you're going not
Strike up a match
Extinguish the city lights
Fire tracks on the 103
Tonight we charge the moon admission
It's about where you're going not
Make your body shake and make your ears ring
Fire that fuse, strike that match
Three, two, one, better step on back
Hey, yeah
She got it going
Hvis det du spiller ik er fortnite
Bare det ikke lige er counter-strike
Fordi det shit er ikke fortnite
Ååh nej
Så hvis du'r sygt nice
Kan jeg
freeze
Strike me a pose
I love the cars and I, I love the hoes
She love tweet tweet and snap snap, all on her phone
No Insta, I tap tap, and then I go
right's too small, we'll fight you (no way)
Fully on vault, with the bolts like Raichu (wow)
Back out the hammer like Thor and strike you (blow)
Hard
Born to kill and destined to die
We got the seed
It's deep inside
And ready to bloom
Ready to strike
It's waiting in the dark
It's looming
straight ahead
Named after a dead man
Where the crest at the tip of its wrist
Is ladled with virgin sand
Where the coast is indelibly close
We'll strike
be hiding love
I see the lightning strike
Under the rainfall
After the thunder
Everything changes
Sinking slowly now
Everyone feel it
Don't
by the roar
We march into war
We strike down the enemy
In triumph of Christ
No pagan survives
To hell if you don't believe
With power
bitches, crying for attention
Slumdog niggas still vibing in the trenches
Strike ya empire Lucious Lyon in ya pigment
Now we never stop grindin' niggas
bedienen, dich versteht sogar Grandpa
Wenn wir bowlen klatschst du bei meinen Strikes (yeah)
Ich lauf 'nen Marathon und du zeigst auf meine Nikes (woo)
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