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BAD AND BOUJEE
Zeu ft. K1 N15
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J'suis pas au four, j'suis plus au nord, peux aussi crรฉer l'รฉclaircie
J'ai des neuf, des versets, K1 & Zeu, on les smoke ร l'exercice
Comme un lรฉgiste j'observe les traces
Que j'laisse sur le corps de chacun d'mes opps
On pรจte le l'Hassan package dans la kitchen
C'est sรปr j'allume les hottes
Avec le Max en inox c'est sรปr, j'allume sa aorte
C'est une horreur si j'ai pas le dรฉshydrateur bitchasse j'allume la box
L'รขme de mon pote me rend visite
Fais des cauchemars ร n'en plus finir
รa va bien s'passer dans le finish
J'me sens comme l'Iverson de Philly
J'ai rien ร prouver ร ces p'tites putes
Qui braillent fort et qui lรขche des coms
Au moins six coups dans son thorax bitch
Si il blasphรจme et cache des opps
Body intact t'as rien touchรฉ, mais on t'as vu courir comme un Usain
J'suis plus Hussein que Dushane, avec mon neuf j'vais t'doucher
Bientรดt ces opps j'go diss, j'me sens comme Paul Scholes
Je rentre le jeu quand j'ai envie
Savent pas entrainer comme Domรฉ ou Henry
Ici c'est Paris pas autre chose, - on est -, ou dans l'package
Les grands de leur tieks on a hagar, je gรจre le four ร la Akan
Lil' bro gassed up like fizz running 'round
Tryna put pagans on his chings
1-5 South 2, we've been
Drop on the rope, get into the crib
Back then we was kids going half on smoke
Now I really go halves on smoke
The type that lick off your dome
We don't pull up and back it, and back it for show
Don't slide like Toosie, ain't bad like Boosie
And like the Migos, yo, you know she been bad and boujee
This bitch suck dick, she a groupie
Swing it to J, 'cause that boy love coochie
'Round here is some triggers, then secure some BBs (Ayo)
I'm runnin' man down, might fuck up sams
Shambo love slap and slap and slap and slap 'til the hand ting jams
I'm 'bout to control the gang, but fresh home BD, fresh home Sham
One for the dots, can't fete like frosty
I've had it on pedals, I've brought it in cabs
I've had it in riddles, I brought in dingers
No guns 'round there, Dodo let that slap
And - man can't find him, - where we go for bents
Think you can G-check me? Are you buzzin'?
This case ain't clipped, start waving my shank
Put more than two in your back, then it's back on my hip
Head back to the gaff, man, better strap somethin'
Do it all for the cause incase he pecks
It was all fucked 'til he chinged up my man
Wasn't too shot that my man sang
This bitch only met me off Snap, now she in my EP flingin' it back
From jail to roadie, still will get crashed
Catch a face shot like -
Catch a face shot like -
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