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Black Cadillac

Dead Obies
Popularity ยท Low
๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ท French ยท Original

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Un jeune soul s'รฉlรจve, bail out! Get the fuck out de son corps Ridin' goofy? Nah, ridin' coffin Black tux' custom made, lookin' comme un fuckin' prince Gotta do my thang, clock's tic-tockin' Tu m'connais, papillon sur le collet Comme des mains autour du cou ร€ bout d'souffle, j'te pogne une puff and I'm gone ร€ bout d'souffle, j'te pogne une puff and I'm gone Laissez-moi get in my zone They got me hustling sept fois par semaine Heavy eyelids, poupรฉe d'porcelaine La tรชte vide, obsolรจte ร  s'en mordre les lรจvres Most of them cรฉlรจbrent, nous on s'Kush quand les morts se lรจvent And most of them freeze quand les morts s'รฉlรจvent Believers attendent la Messe, speechless amongst the rest Nonetheless Un dernier tour de piste avant l'trafic de Los Angeles Young Jesus going back to wherever he came Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane Helene, Helene, nobody's gonna save my soul So just get back to wherever you came Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane Helene, Helene, 'cause nobody's gonna save your soul (Nobody's gonna save your soul) Ain't that right, say ain't that right? F-it, jeune jefe juste sittin' on 6's Got Sex in the City, that's bisches on bisches Shift gear, six chiffres, mais j'reste focus sur huit Steven Seagal, Nรฉ pour mourir, mais j'reste focus on livin' Fuck un folk song pourri, this is Post-Rap bidness Bande de faux John Lennon, juste Imagine mon pรฉnis, han! (So just get back to wherever you came) Jeune Jรฉsus juste swervin' down Memory Lane They got me hustlin' cinq fois par semaine Hochelaga, pas d'farine pour faire ce bread Goddamn it, it sucks d'checker ma mama courir I had to do what I gotta do and I'm 'bout to do it Dix piasses, la guit' sรจche, papa knew it! Sud Sale to Post Rap, Hallelujah! Han! pis j'ride high tonight A'ec mon body dans une def Black Cadillac (...) Young Jesus going back to wherever he came Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane Helene, Helene, nobody's gonna save my soul So just get back to wherever you came Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane Helene, Helene, 'cause nobody's gonna save your soul Young Jesus going back to wherever he came Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane Helene, Helene, nobody's gonna save my soul So just get back to wherever you came Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane Helene, Helene, 'cause nobody's gonna save your soul Young Jesus going back to wherever he came Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane Helene, Helene, 'cause nobody's gonna save my soul So just get back to wherever you came Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane...