[Couplet unique] Une erreur on t'baise ta mère hein Lis bien l'protocole Baise la BAC, la juge, et fleuris la Il faut qu'les potos sortent, écoute : Follow moi, si tu veux des gros ceaux-mor Au chtar on est tous muets Donc l'OPJ fait l'monologue Un verre de sang un gros joint d'seum Ca donne un titre hardcore Mi amor j'suis né dans l'bloc Donc au poste on nie à bloc Mes soldats on l'bas Lacoste Et mes ients-cli vont s'balader Sacré paradoxe Mais la vie m'a pas raté Les fils de teurs-poin faudrait qu'ils périssent Tous les chemins mènent à Rome donc Faut qu'on quitte Beriz (Hein) Faut qu'on quitte Beriz Et qu'on s'envole vers Venise (Vers Venise) Mais tire encore deux barres: Ca c'est c'que les teh me disent Tu veux du lourd y'a pas d'scoucis Des sous pour m'assoupir Les chtars nous suivent Ca gratte sous weed Et pour l'instant j'ai pas d'groupie Tu m'vois pas sur l'droit ch'min C'est qu'j'ai trouvé un raccourcis On m'a dit : "bsartek le son" Mais comme j'suis khel j'ai pas rougis Si t'as sucé toute l'équipe Pourquoi veux-tu m'galoche Mon cœur une branche cassée Donc tu tombes si tu t'accroches Quand tu t'marries à l'illicite Logiquement la stup' t'accoste
Give me all that you got now Make you want me cause I'm hot now I'm gone, so faded I'm on one Bang bang, pop off like a long gun If you a lame, nigga you ain't making no noise Get faded, turn up with the big boys Live fast, die young that's my choice Get money, get money like an invoice We can mob all in the whip (make the money) Make the money, make a grip (I be stuntin') I be stuntin' with my clique (gettin' faded) Getting faded 'til we trip (oh) Man, I love to get on I love to get 2 on When the drink be too strong When the tree be way too strong Get faded, turn up, bruh Pour it on up 'til I can't even think no more Get ratchet, go dumb then go more dumb then We can keep it lit, let's roll I love to get 2 on Let's roll I love to get 2 on I love to, let's roll I love to get 2 on Let's roll I love to get 2 on I love 2, let's roll Yeah we can get active And all My bitches attractive We go You know who we are now Get high Hotbox in my car now If you a lame, nigga you ain't making no noise Get faded, turn up with the big boys Live fast, die young that's my choice Get money, get money like an invoice We can mob all in the whip (make the money) Make the money make a grip (I be stuntin') I be stuntin' with my clique (gettin' faded) Getting faded 'til we trip (oh) Man, I love to get on I love to get 2 on When the drink be too strong When the tree be way too strong Get faded, turn up, bruh Pour it on up 'til I can't even think no more Get ratchet, go dumb then go more dumb then We can keep it lit, let's roll I love to get 2 on (I love it) Let's roll I love to get 2 on (I love it) I love to, let's roll Uh, pull your panties down from under you Beat that pussy up, make you wanna holla Q Drunk than a bitch, high on that Mary Jane Pussy in my mouth, pussy on my pinky ring Nasty, baby do it in the backseat Swear this marijuana keep it cracking Lights, camera, action I ain't doing nothing 'til the cash Money, money, money, weed, fashion Draped up and dripped out, keep the trees passing Girl toot that thing up, fuck me, fuck rapping Days of our lives so clap, clap that cake Spreading your thighs I pump, pump your brakes, ay Just give me the trees and we can smoke it ya (smoke it ya) Just give me the drink and we can pour it ya (pour it ya) And my enemies, they see me living now (living now) And if you roll with me, then you'll be winning now, oh Man, I love to get on I love to get 2 on When the drink be too strong When the tree be way too strong Get faded, turn up, bruh Pour it on up 'til I can't even think no more Get ratchet, go dumb then go more dumb then We can keep it lit, let's roll I love to get 2 on (I love it) Let's roll I love to get 2 on (I love it) I love to, let's roll
Yo wheae lumley you should get us a munch, i can see why your back is like a huntch , its moving different ways and i dont know whst to say oh wsit yes i do mr csrter you are gay you think your scary from the things you say none of us even moved do that is proved that the bald patches on your head have imfact moved
ye my boy chris hes into the sky , hes looking for alliens but cant see them and he wondering why , i told him that hes looking to low , bros tripping balls he just ssid is thst s ufo , nah its nots my nugga your trippin hes with his girl and she says carry on licking , my boy domt get no break hes gotta do whst it takes hold his relatinship tother so it do not break
First things first, I'm the realest (realest) Drop this and let the whole world feel it (let 'em feel it) And I'm still in the Murda Bizness I can hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics (right, right?) You should want a bad bitch like this (ha?) Drop it low and pick it up just like this (yeah) Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris High heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist) Takin' all the liquor straight, never chase that (never) Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back (what?) Bring the hooks in, where the bass at? Champagne spillin', you should taste that I'm so fancy You already know I'm in the fast lane From L.A. to Tokyo I'm so fancy Can't you taste this gold? Remember my name, 'bout to blow-oh-oh-oh I said, baby, I do this, I thought that you knew this Can't stand no haters and honest, the truth is And my flow retarded, each beat dear, departed Swagger on stupid, I can't shop at no department And get my money on time, if they not money, decline And swear I meant that there so much that I give that line a rewind Said I get my money on time, if they not money, decline I just can't worry 'bout no haters, gotta stay on my grind Now tell me, who that, who that? That do that, do that? Put that paper over all, I thought you knew that, knew that I be that I-G-G-Y, put my name in bold I been working, I'm up in here with some change to throw I'm so fancy You already know I'm in the fast lane From L.A. to Tokyo I'm so fancy Can't you taste this gold? Remember my name, 'bout to blow-oh-oh-oh Trash the hotel Let's get drunk on the minibar Make the phone call Feels so good getting what I want Yeah, keep on turning it up Chandelier swinging, we don't give a fuck Film star, yeah, I'm deluxe Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch, ow Still stunting, how you love that? Got the whole world asking how I does that Hot girl, hands off, don't touch that Look at it, I bet you wishing you could clutch that That's just the way you like it, huh? It's so good, he's just wishing he could bite it, huh? Never turn down nothin' Slaying these hoes, gold trigger on the gun like I'm so fancy You already know I'm in the fast lane From L.A. to Tokyo I'm so fancy Can't you taste this gold? Remember my name, 'bout to blow-oh-oh-oh Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y That do that, do that, I-G-G-Y Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y (Blow-oh-oh-oh) Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y That do that, do that, I-G-G-Y Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y (Blow-oh-oh-oh)
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Uh, money over the best pussy The blind hear me, the deaf lookin’ When opportunity knock, I ran out the back door Shit I thought it was the cops, damn I fuck the bitch with a broom stick The same broom that I didn’t clean my room with Stay on my toes, no ballet Shout out my Zoe’s, Sak Pase I’m twistin’ weed in my mansion I go dumber than Lamont Sanford Remember when moms couldn’t afford Pampers Now she trying to avoid cameras All I do is count my blessings, Weezy F for Fortunate I came up from that bottom, now I’m richer than chocolate Lil Tunechi
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz] Money on my mind, you should think the same J's on, pinky ring, dogging these hoes, I need quarantine In the same league, but we don't ball the same (Ah) She want all the fame, I hear that shit all the time She said she love me, I said, "Baby girl, fall in line" Okay, made a million off a dinner fork, watch me switch it up Walked in, "Ill nigga alert! Ill nigga alert!" You need that work, I got that work, got bitches in my condo Just bought a shirt that cost a Mercedes-Benz car note From the A to Toronto, we let the metal go off And my dick so hard it make the metal detector go off This that sauce, this that dressing Givenchy, nigga, God bless you If having a bad bitch was a crime, I'd be arrested (Tru)
Une erreur on t’baise ta mère hein Lis bien l’protocole Baise la BAC, la juge, et fleuris la Il faut qu’les potos sortent, écoute: Follow moi, si tu veux des gros ceaux-mor Au chtar on est tous muets Donc l’OPJ fait l’monologue Un verre de sang un gros joint d’seum Ca donne un titre hardcore Mi amor j’suis né dans l’bloc Donc au poste on nie à bloc Mes soldats on l’bas Lacoste Et mes ients-cli vont s’balader Sacré paradoxe Mais la vie m’a pas raté Les fils de teur-poin faudrait qu’ils périssent Tous les chemins mènent à Rome donc Faut qu’on quitte Paris (hein) Faut qu’on quitte Paris Et qu’on s’envole vers Venise Mais tire encore deux barres: Ca c’est c’que les teh me disent Tu veux du lourd y’a pas d’scoucis Des sous pour m’assoupir Les chtars nous suivent Ca gratte sous, weed Et pour l’instant j’ai pas d’groupie Tu m’vois pas sur l’droit ch’min C’est qu’j’ai trouvé un raccourcis On m’a dit bsartek le son Mais comme j’suis khel j’ai pas rougis Si t’as sucé toute l’équipe Pourquoi veux-tu m’galoche Mon cœur une branche cassée Donc tu tombes si tu t’accroches Quand tu t’marries à l’illicite Logiquement la stup’ d’accoste 400 ans d’esclavage en 2013 j’suis plus d’accord Un concurent m’a dit j’ai l’tabouret Il manque plus qu’la corde On coupe la prod’ on veut s’barrer d’ici Faut des thunes d’abbord T’as l’air de t’gratter les veines P’t-être en manque de nicotine J’ai pas la vie d’grossiste mais les ients-cli J’sais qu’j’les hypnotisent Mon gang contre-attaque Les tocs ont la dalle Les chtars jouent les photographes Et prennent des to-ph’ en rafale (pd d’keuf) Par ici y’a pas d’issue Donc l’avenir parait sombre Pour les sous t’es paresseux Tu t’feras tacler par les autres (pousse) La vie c’est pas du cinéma Donc j’m’en fous d’ton rôle En temps d’guerre tu cherches un couteau Faut juste que j’touche mon dos Car les trois quarts son des traîtres (traîtres) Les trois quarts son des pd (pd) Un quart sont des vrais frères J’me demande qui viendra m’aider Leur mère les trainait A ceux qui voulait m’freiner Pendant qu’on f’sait la re-gue Ces pd signaient des traités
A scuola mio fratello fa casino Credo che le maestre Forse pensano sia pazzo Peró vuoi dirmi cosa? è un bambino Crescon male st bambini Con il mito dello schiaffo Adesso prendo la patente Così troia poi mi schianto È Non è che prendo il volo D'altro canto Suona quel tuo allarme per salvare l'equippaggio E di che Sto provando solamente un atterraggio tutti sulla stessa Barca sono il solo A veder l'altra Ed iniziare l'arrembaggio Sai cosa mi interessa Quel che ho in banca Riempire la mia pancia E Cazzo me ne se a te piaccio Non ho bisogno di par-ole Perchè tanto poi m'arrangio Come un fottuto porno attore Tengo l'arte dell'incastro Non so più cos è l'amore Voglio casse per l' incasso Dopo i sassi hai l'epistassi Dipingo arte di picasso La Y è la visione Come l'asse verso l'alto La V Di Vincitore Ma la è S di Simone Fra di Versus non c'è Verso E non lo metto in discussione Questi rapper son bambini Che bacchetto quando spiego Perrchè sono il maestro la supervisione Smetteró quando puliró il mio cesso Con il pelo di visone quando l'interno della mia auto sarà Pieno di pitone Peggio infame che re-stare senza nome
Im from a gang where we chuck 3s and throw the S find out what you made of You can tell that I gangbang by the way my chucks laced up Was really in that kitchen i was tryna get the pay up Hood name lil boy i had to get my weight up Then I hit the set its pushups and all pullups That tray pound jam have your whole block shook up Its just me and silly wipe our noses when we meet up Dont even shake my hand less you give me 3 up I'M deUCE times 3 my lil homies get you beat up Headed bac to Compton thats where i get my re up I took 50 shots from a gang called treetop Was in the hospital eyes blurry with my feet up Cause when i was on the ground i was breathin out gunsmoke 5 months later got me inhalin blunt smoke Then i got introduced to my bestfriend revolver If i dont catch him outside ima get his mama The DA raiding cribs i aint worried bout the drama You can tell crash ima gun down your honour Cuz when that barrel spinnin got me feelin like a monster S.I.P. fade drive bys out the honda LURKIN in yo hood n we both had revolvers Im Beefin with the jungles so I had to bring the thunder Cuz when it rains bullets you better hide your mother Gunnin down police have that boy undercover👉 Westside Sons of Samoa
OK, open up your Bubba Gump, let me see your bumper The booty so smooth, can't believe is not butter I go in from under, she wetter than a surfer I ate the pussy fast, I'm about to start burpin'. I burp, burp and re-lick the bottom of the surface I load in my clip in and told her, 'Don't get nervous' I'm a Bang Bang Chiddy, bang, Bang, bang killer Nipple tit clit licker Ball like a dribble Put you on a pickle, nibble on my dickle Why you're tripping? I'm a crazy individual Never do minimum, drive Benz, Bentley too Damn, bitch, talk much, I don't want interviews I'm trying to get into you, into you Then make you my enemy Not playing, got the bitch mad Me don't like flat screen, ass I need a 3D
Ladies, it's your song, so as soon as this come on You should get out on the floor, go and get your sexy on If you know that you're better than the new girl that he on Go 'head and tell him now, "You gon' miss me when I'm gone"... Aye yo, CiCi Let me show you how to do a singing bitch greasy You was by Lenox, yeah, the one on Peachtree I was with Dimitri Seen you on your Love & Hip Hop, Mendecees "F-f-f-fuck these petty niggas" is a bitch motto I-If I say it on wax, every bitch follow I-If I'm sipping in the club, Myx Moscato I-I got a big fat ass, big dicks follow Hit them with the back shots, hit them with the ass shots Take them to the bank then I hit them with the cash drops I do it big, I hit them with the caps lock I'm gonna ball, I hit them with the mascot No, I never been there, but I like to Bangkok Big fat titties when they hanging out my tank top (huh) You gon' play me? On Instagram, niggas trying to shade me But your bitch at home trying to play me, I'm Nicki M Weezy F, baby Man, fuck you and your lady, gun butt you, cause you're shady Now which bitch want it, cause that bitch get it I gave him to you, bitch
Aye yo, CiCi Let me show you how to do a singing bitch greasy You was by Lenox, yeah, the one on Peachtree I was with Dimitri Seen you on your Love & Hip Hop, Mendecees "F-f-f-fuck these petty niggas" is a bitch motto I-If I say it on wax, every bitch follow I-If I'm sipping in the club, Myx Moscato I-I got a big fat ass, big dicks follow Hit them with the back shots, hit them with the ass shots Take them to the bank then I hit them with the cash drops I do it big, I hit them with the caps lock I'm gonna ball, I hit them with the mascot No, I never been there, but I like to Bangkok Big fat titties when they hanging out my tank top (huh) You gon' play me? On Instagram, niggas trying to shade me But your bitch at home trying to play me, I'm Nicki M Weezy F, baby Man, fuck you and your lady, gun butt you, cause you're shady Now which bitch want it, cause that bitch get it I gave him to you, bitch
