Lyrics:
à Marseille
Double, double six-sept, j'sors l'monstre, me parle plus d'Golf 7 (Golf 7, Golf 7)
Capo K.P.R.I, Prof Chen, j'cons' depuis trop jeune
J'fume une
push-ups muna
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11
Sabay tayo tanggal ng shirt harap sa salamin
Pagkakita sa sarili sabi shit kulang pa rin
So I pushed-up again
now
Put a hand out the car they trip out
Don't come unannounced to your bitch house
Or you gon' find me with my dick out
Watching my kicks on blitz
My
se le segna
Voglio stare solo con me se viene lei, fra
Sei un trip, quel sì non si capisce, bro
Cresci se mi menti per il gusto di farlo
Sono
perfect for the commode
Perfect when I unload see how my mouth with explode
In the fast lane of life but ya momentum slowed
While I can idle in 6th gear
(How?)
I just want hits, how can I miss? (How? How?)
How can I miss? How can I miss? How can I? (Look at me)
I can afford trips, makin' it count
They
Nigga trip, I'ma lay the smack down
Just bought another whip, I got priors
Machete on the K, I'm Mike Myers
I was tryna eat steak and lobster
Instead
the flex lesija siyin
Flex on
Flex on
Black hard working brother
Ey
I've been lit yeah since I was a kid yeah
Since I was six I’ve been dreaming big yeah
Défaire tes narines et faire peur aux passants
Sahbi, sahbi
On a des attitudes de zarre-bi
Nos rues sont remplies de petits slards-vi
Là c'est A.D pour
Trip on me 'cause yea I'm doing my thang
Might be funky and she love how I swang
It might be yo girl, his girl, mane it's all the same
Don't want
to myself, what did I say?
Too long here to keep to myself
I keep
I met a kid on my trip
Told me to open my mouth
Is this life, where am I?
Did I
in the morning light
Like it came with a torch inside
On a early trip, just to serve a nick
I ain't wore no dirty kicks since I saw a thirty-six
My
J'suis dans un trip chômeur, pas d'femme, pas d'taff
J'rap mal, pas de maille mais j'en kiffe l'odeur
Un genre de film d'horreur bas de gamme
V'la le
To the garden or just drift off watching TV
6:30 in the evening
Never see it coming at all
Or can we live forever here?
Be buried in our best memories
per non perderti
Ho nascosto la maschera nell'armadio tra gli scheletri
Ah, eccoti la parte meretrice, ego-trip
Usa la calcolatrice, multiplo dei me
yeah
Bringing sparkles to your eyes
Like a trip to heaven
Oh, heaven is no prize
And I'm so glad I found you, yeah
You're an angel in disguise, oh
And if you're born overseas, you need fi take a trip
Like a pilgrimage to Mecca, 'cause a we created it
You want fi see some real woman
Why not? Dem
this one night me and two tings had a threesome
They were all for it, I'm top five in the six side
Ask anybody they all know it
I never trip, I never
The frantic and the famous
And the basest kind of mean
There are signs to welcome daddies
There are flowers and balloons
Business trips and funerals
If you wanna take a trip or two to I don't know
'Cause soon I'll keep you here with your coffin closed
'Cause the secrets that I'm keeping
Ain't
vor dem Tod, auf der Flucht vor dem Azrael
Uns platzt täglich Hoffnung auf Paradies
Kurz Trip nach Marrakesch, hol Hashish, yallah, zed
Transport
a honkytonk
What you see is what you want
She's everybody's type
Cowgirl with a six-shooter
Euro on a motor scooter
French beret and looking arty
ouais, j'suis en mode free
En mode papa donc parano avant d'vi-ser en mode rapta donc pas un neurone dans l'veau-cer
Tu m'clash j'te baise, j'règle pas
Kerzen
6-5, meine Gegend, wir erlegen und streben nach den Sternen
Schwarze Lambos krachen täglich voll frontal durch die Kaserne
Mach ma' halblang,
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