Lyrics:
lanes and double the weight to keep sane
An the vault right, so expect a song every week
2 albums , 3 E.P's , 4 hundred songs deep
Got genres, go an check
You're everything I want-want, you're everything I want-want
I need, I need
My D-O-P-A-M-I-N-E
You're keeping me awake and it's 3 AM
Thought we
fait mal (quoi de neuf Fouiny baby?)
Ca ça ça fait mal, ça fait mal (ça fait mal frère)
T.R.A.2P.E.S
Ca fait mal, ça fait mal
Ca ça ça fait mal, ça
shoes. And Dre is back from the c-p-t. Droppin' some
shit that's d-o-p-e. So f**k the p-o-l-i-c-e! And any muther f**ker that
disagrees. Stuck
grzej¹ miejsce
Kolejna butelka, witaj w szklanym mieœcie
Paradoks, siedz¹c d³ugo do domu wrócisz wczeœnie
Czas siê zmywaæ, p³acê i zostawiam resztê
Jadê
I been D-U-C-K-I-N-G ducking from police
I been P-O-P-P-I-N-G popping my shit all damn week
I ran up 20 in my sleep I fuck these bitches by the 3's
I
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
baby, the nature of the business is unstable
Especially when your project ain't properly promoted by your label
E'ry album I put out gold or platinum,
punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by, Yo P
[Parrish]
What's Up E.D.?
Pass
and snickerin'
Playa like me? every season these chicks have been
Talkin' how I came through the P's in a sicker Benz
Heard about the platinum visas the bricker
S-P-I-see-E.
(*Spice-1*)
Yeah smell me,
yo five albums in the game,
500 Benzo in my name,
five niggaz in a bucket,
five zig-zags to the brain,
back on the scene
Big I.N.S I reply to D.G
And Jay Benzo the youngest inside P.G.E
I make it look easy like 1-2-3
But we gon' get rich off them ABC's
I
wanna be like me and me
Tryna blow up like TNT
But not for the cash or the p’s and green
Just by myself repping 3 and 3
Open doors are what I seem to see
We're here
We're here
We're here
We're here
I'm here, I'm here
I'm P3 and I'm here
I'm going hard and rapping bars
The album of the year
I called
j'lai eu, sa grand mère j'ai même pas eu le Brevet,
Le B.E.P. j'lai pas eu non plus, mais nique sa mère j'suis péter de tunes
Allume la JBL Go mon pote,
A no be ever know say 3 fit ever be square
Till time way man start for take 3 square meal
Make Wuna no even checkam because the thing di come for e
medi yaw
The pains.. P e double T e
She get someone who give
Am dollars nti menfa me cedis
Benz.. wasan ato meho s3 menni bi
Wanya obia otwi bugatti
So
Da3wah
T'as vu, c'est incontrôlable, c'est passer des heures de rimes
C'était l'darwah quand la France a gagné à la Coupe du monde
La coupe
really feel it when you chewin' on a bean
I been out my mind, fuckin' bitches by the threes
Speedin' in the Benz and the tank on E
You gotta go and get
before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by three, yo p
Pass the Uzi, to blow up, any whack MC that show up,
There goes one, blast
[E-40]
You got the beat turned up in my ear a little mo'?
(Aight) Let's go
Uhh, a little more volume pimp YEAH, okay
Just tell me when... yeah
Loup pris au piège
Et j'me dis: "Bouge-toi, bouscule tout"
Oublie tes foutus cours
La mort t'attend au bout du couloir
FIX, bientôt l'album
Le caillou
Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by
the number one rule is
M-o-b-p-o-p-I-m-p from d-o-d holla
[Chorus x3]
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