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  • Текст песни Erick Arc Elliott - FRENCH

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    Fuck it, yeah!
    Rolling through your hood without a G pass
    And them boys going bust like they need ass
    It's all green dog, got my breeze pass
    But the fiends Tim Duncan cause they need glass
    Uh, and all these bitches know they need cash
    Cause I eat first, niggas better eat last
    Cause we ain't scared to fucking let the heat blast
    I'm messed up, nigga, assed up!

    A ritual to life, a split or two is all we ever do
    Ahead of you I got a better view, collecting revenue.
    I met a fellow who ingested chemicals and made it so we never move
    Except when he grabbed his genitals,
    I'm elevating sort of revelation on your pedestal
    Probably on the top, I got your method like you ever knew
    I compare the better dudes, heavy on my level, too
    I'm stuck on the first days, I'm stuck on my level, too
    The loiter, the black warrior, the real euphoria
    Taste that, don't waste that, the nas formula
    I freestyle for this bitch, she's a foreigner
    I drag her back to my den and I'm clawing her,
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    Then I'm clubbing her, then I'm thuggin' her
    Bitch, know I' whiling, bitch know you're styling
    Bitch, know I'm styling like styly and 'em styling
    Styling cause I'm whiling
    Young and I'm violent!
    Awesome, playing will of fortune in the....
    I hold her jaw some, and let her swim in the endorphins,
    And I devour some, it gets exhausting, I toss 'em.
    Double cross them, true religion's not and option
    And I just got knowledge,
    Middle finger fucking whoever is not polished
    You just got dollars and I escaped college
    Dreams not... zombie prestige, so we gotta keep them trees lit.
    You ain't hitting racks till your brain dead
    Shawty gassed up, call that bitch Wayne head
    Meech told me I ain't gotta talk to him
    Nigga lift her up, then he...
    Nigga talk to him, make...
    Cause the niggas talk... cause they..
    We don't give a fuck, niggas do things...

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