Lyrics:
Solly
I'll get closer
So you can see
When I'm roulette
I'm never insane
Hold me
When I'm falling yeah
So I can work
On my accent again
But now it's
Francisco
Continue la vie en dansant Francisco
Il pas changé ton accent Francisco
J'entends que la nuit me dit que ton visage récite mes envies
Tous les faux
the American accents
Taking pictures with Molly Malone
They all claim to be Irish but half the Irish dont have a home
I see the sun setting off the spire
I
Petit accent d'cainri, je vois en elle notre avenir
C'est ma queen, c'est my gurl, c'est ma gadji
Petit accent d'cainri, je vois en elle notre avenir
Don't give a fuck about your team
Don't give a fuck bout your rank
Just hit a bitch with an accent
Just hit a plug and he taxin
Niggas talk shit from
But I know that I'll be fine as long as you say that you're mine
Said she love my accent said she love the way I talk
Wait until she see the way I love
ain't too gone
But all it takes to run you off
Is a gust of wind
Happy whiskey season honey
Kinda makes me wanna do it all again
Your accent's gone by
Shorty, she bad with her accent
She say that ass for a back end
I ain't been home in a minute, been too busy worried about bringin' on racks in
Shorty, she
love me cause I'm smooth with no wax on
Said I'm sounding different cause I'm new with the accent
I don't rock designer cause my tool is my fashion
Yeah
towards you
Hypothesis, let's say you're a poem I'm composing
cll held breaths and expanse
Your accent is an accent
I picked up on a coast I haven't met
4,5,6 your bro faggots
I gotta fuck my accent sense 튀어 피가
anyway 그냥 존심 죽여 돈을 내놔
I got fuck, and a lot of passion 더는 뭘 믿냐
she want my lip?
절대로 안줘 자리가
that pack
We’ll do well and that’s a fact
Try and pull some shit that’s whack
Then I’ll up bump you off your track
Do your hear it? Accent‘s german
Hope
I hope you die, rockstar
Uh
Yeah
Slice, slice, slice
Uh
This is what I tell them
Yeah
Look, coming live from the West End
Came home with a accent
the aids and only now you wanna talk
Your girl get f##k by me cousin Nytus
In the back of Burger King boy in a rubbish truck
You sell your Lucian accent
I will stop at nothing
Knowing that it's nothing
I will stop at nothing
She got her accent from London
Apparently I got something for you and you
Told that bitch im me, so who askin'
Rose up in the city, I'm from the P, she like my accent
No braggin', left her on the scene, it was so tragic
I
the phone, he's bout a back end, let's do it
Bad foreign bitch in my mattress and yea she speak with an accent
Let a nigga think that I'm lacking, big forty
la Marie-Charlotte
Voulez-vous, pas vrai, un bouquet de lavande
Ou bien quelques œillets?
Et par dessus tout ça on vous donne en étrenne
L'accent
Oh start, send me grieves and before breathing
I have your voice on tape in a southern accent screaming at me
I was only one and we weren't prepared
coming off the fix, the sleeve tricks
Strike it up if judah sticks
The brass band, hold hands
Right across the new land
Have an accent pay your
la Marie-Charlotte
Voulez-vous, pas vrai, un bouquet de lavande
Ou bien quelques œillets?
Et par dessus tout ça on vous donne en étrenne
L´accent
fitting in, my accent's back again. Watching exes eye the spouses but I came alone. I think it looks glamorous.
on est déter' à 2000%
Comme ça tu trouves que j'ai un p'tit accent
Je viens du sud et c'est comment depuis tout c'temps?
Mais c'est quoi ces jaloux qui
on se met bien
Accent de blédard mélangé à l'accent américain
Follow the boss, the music on the dancefloor
Follow the boss, the music on the dancefloor
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