Lyrics:
Balmains
We got the bat like a ball game
Run up a check on my avenue
I'm tryna stack up the revenue, flavors
Colors on colors, that's flavors
Colors
LA SOLITUDE
Je l'ai trouvée devant ma porte,
Un soir que je rentrais chez moi,
Partout, elle me fait escorte,
Elle est revenue, là voilà,
La
revenue revenue
Is coming from outer space
Do what you gotta do gotta do
To satisfy your cravings
And get your fix
What if I told you tomorrow
That you were
eight, nine different revenues
I need my bread ohhh bread ohh
24 hours feeling like 22 (why??)
B'cos I lost two to the tube
Woke up earlier than when
revoilà , bon Dieu que la vie est bète,
Revenue dans mon vieux quartier
La revoilà ma petite église
Et chez moi rien n'a changé... rien!
Rien, sinon mon
told me this mornin'
Revenue men'll be back again
Oh, listen you men
Don't you let him in
Listen, you men
Don't you let him in
Well, they might catch me
De quelles Amériques
En passant par quelles Atlantiques
En me tombant de quelles nues
Ce soir m'es-tu revenue?
Ne m'en dis rien, ne parle pas
Je l'ai trouvée devant ma porte
Un soir, que je rentrais chez moi
Partout, elle me fait escorte
Elle est revenue, la voilà
La renifleuse des
Je l'ai trouvée devant ma porte
Un soir, que je rentrais chez moi
Partout, elle me fait escorte
Elle est revenue, la voilà
La renifleuse des
suivant leurs dictats xénophobes,
On chasserait tous les microbes.
Attention mon ami, je l'ai vue.
Méfie-toi, la bête est revenue!
C'est une hydre au
told me this mornin'
Revenue men'll be back again
Oh, listen you men
Don't you let him in
Listen, you men
Don't you let him in
Well, they might catch me
Lord, the revenue men is ridin', boy, you'd better look out
(Aw, sure, if it ain't Purvis)
Lord, the revenue men is ridin', boy, you'd better look
see us
We must leave dust behind
Emcee’s duck, deduct, revenue declined
When we touch down like
A Running Back’s grind
Can you keep up or keep away for
work,I need my debut
She like me for my revenue,I like her attitude
She looking up I'm looking down, we got different views
Nigga this is what I do
I turn
no
I never do dumb shit for the revenue
Level up level up what's you better do
Niggas always talking about it like they the truest
Running in one place
on the phone
Mindin my business the ushe'
She say she ready to go skrt
Slide and I hop in the coupe
Moving in silence young g with a tool
Revenue streams money
Thank God like Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Look at how I maneuver
Hallelujah
Don't ask me bout no rumors
Everything all new yeah
Collecting revenue yeah
Ain't
every little thing we want it seems like revenue
And even tho you don't know why you feel this way
Doesn't stop the things that somehow make you feel this
I'm finna pop off then you gon see why when i tell you
I'm hot, but i still ain't makin revenue
Everything I say is clear, skyrocket my career
I'm
I'ma go right in get that bag yo (Bag yo)
I need this cash more than a bad ho (Bad ho)
Revenue coming in split with my bros (With my bros)
Our gang
the universe's wrongs
I would have it playing all year long
A quiet tune that would make a lot of revenue
I disguise my quiet eyes
And I will cry a thousand times
feel the grove
Hit the block makin' money moves
I’m back right now, yeah peekaboo
In the bank, I just make that revenue
(Revenue, revenue, dawg)
Wake up
and the stars
Always gotta push it too far
Ain't no profit in my pride
You can't put a price on me
Selling you the sky and the stars
Revenue is all that you are
on the revenue
Uptown boy gettin fettuccine
I can see myself in a lamborghin
No tints candy paint look like tangerine
Ya'll can watch me flex from the mezzanine
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