Lyrics:
Jeg går ud
Jeg lister på strømpefødder ud
Jeg trækker næsten ikke vejret, næsten ikke
Jeg lister og lirker døren op
En fod efter den anden,
mes ratures
Nan mais tu m'as vu ?
(Nan mais tu m'as vu…)
Tu peux lister mes défauts
Je les ai gravé dans le dos
Toujours la fierté des nôtres
Toujours
me pèsent j'suis comme sous l'eau
Elle veut lister mes blèmes, faudra sortir un rouleau
Han
Téma ses yeux
Elle veut le boulot
Dans la brech on va faire
tout les soirs
J'pourrai pas tout lister
J'regarde faire le time moi j'fais mes sons on s'parle après
Laisse moi faire le pia va faire tes ongles et nana
check am
Vibes on vibes everyday me I get am
Them go post me on insta
Talk me for Twitter
Very very soon I go be your (c Lister)
So many rappers, so
han ikke liste kan,
Men han lister som en adelsmand
Og det var en
Og det var to
Og det var tre
Og det var fire
Og det var fem
Op igen
Har I aldrig
hver eneste natt
Sola står opp og lister seg sakte forbi
Jeg teller kvist i veggen
Veit ikke hva jeg venter på
Trudde alltid jeg hadde evig med tid
Og
d’avantages
J’peux même pas les lister
Les lister
Mon cœur a chaviré
J’peux même pas y arriver, y arriver
Ne pas t’aimer, j’peux même pas y arriver
Tryna get a taste of that fragrant elixir
Turn to an A-lister
When I guest list her
Drinks at the bar always free when you’re with me
Tonight you’re
Am falling am fine
It wasn’t love at first sight
Streaming what you want from me
Someone sent me
It wasn’t sunshine for all
You my a lister
In my
dag, jeg hører dem–
Kald' mit navn
Jeg ved, jeg mister al' i graven
Når mørket lister, det gør alting tavs
Når rosen visner, mister alt sin' farv'
counting up to down
Down, down, down
You're dead, you're dead bow baby
Jeg lister mig i verden
Lister mig og lofter verdens aender
Sa do vender dig om
Yeah, what's the deal y'all, this Missy Elliott
Givin' y'all magazine writers, radio cats, listers or plain ol' haters
A small piece of my album
queen Bey
If you ain't on the team, you playin' for team D
'Cause we A-listers, we paid sisters
This watch right here done faced blizzards
I confess,
"Your ex-friend's sister
Met someone at a club and he kissed her
Turns out it was that guy you hooked up with ages ago
Some wannabe Z-lister
Oh
Må gå på tærne lister meg
De blir helt gærne frister meg
Som en stjerne skinner jeg
Sees vi kveld jeg fikser deg
Men jeg vil bare ha læg bror
Men
krøller og ba' springer rundt
Eg holder greien lavt bare lister rundt
En dragonslayer med min body kem e' neste ut
Opplevelse og kos e tingen min
Men eg
love true as blood that made us like that
It feels so lister now
I'm lost in my own crowd
Weaving through trying to mute the sound
Watch how I hit
counting up to down
Down, down, down
You're dead, you're dead bow baby
Jeg lister mig i verden
Lister mig og lofter verdens aender
Sa do vender dig om
Sutra
Trying tie me up
Tie me up (trynna tie me up)
In the bathroom
Taking pictures
Paparazzi, she's a A lister
And her girlfriend, that came with her
Tie me up (tryna tie me up)
In the bathroom
Taking pictures
Paparazzi she's a A lister
And her girlfriend, that came with her
And my bet is yes,
Hollywood (uh, uh, uh, uh, c'mon)
You got to get it
Do you want it?
But you don't need it
Till you do, till you do
Hey mister, page sixer
A-lister
the jeweler
All my pieces gotta be flooded
Young nigga gotta come correct (woo)
Young, but I got my hoes in check
Yeah, homie I'm an A-lister
I don't
a A-lister
Put a chick in a flick and I told her that it is what it isn't
It was what it was
Got a windbreaker full of good smokes, and I'm cracking down
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