A keresés eredménye

A bit of hate

A bit of beef, a bit of buzz, a bit of hate
When everything's dark, talking it out, there's no point
Off to the grind, come back home and bring back the cash
I'm at the studio, I'm making hits, and f*ck you
 
Eh, your opinion, we don't give a (what)
Unless it's to tell us 'how do you do?'
You're salty without telling me about it, yeah
You're actually just a fanboy trying to act big
Hate corrupts you, you talk trash then say please
Little b*itch have some respect, save your breath and keep my secrets, yeah
You're wasting your time talking, yeah
Better take your beef and head out, yeah
You talk too much behind my back, I f*ck your sister, hold her by the ass
I've slaved too much to get here, call me PLK or LakPo
Us and them there's too much of a gap, I got the gold disc in the backpack
 
A bit of beef, a bit of buzz, a bit of hate
When everything's dark, talking it out, there's no point
Off to the grind, come back home and bring back the cash
I'm at the studio, I'm making hits, and f*ck you
 
Talk all you want, you can still get f*cked,
Rage all you want you can still get f*cked,
Monday, Tuesday you can still get f*cked, Wednesday, Thursday and all week long
Talk all you want, you can still get f*cked,
Rage all you want you can still get f*cked,
Monday, Tuesday you can still get f*cked, Wednesday, Thursday and all week long
 
Too much talk can kill, boy
Just like with the choy's
Everything goes to sh*t like on the day when school's over
With the buzz, it's nothing but talk (woof woof), nothing but talk
Smoking the reefer, the joint, (pf-pf), throwing punches
They wish you the worst for your own good,
What can I say, it's like with dogs
They make a mess when master comes home
They cry at the kernel then come back to you
Me, I stay in the green, thanks to God I bankroll
A solid team, I had no permit, but I had my dough
 
A bit of beef, a bit of buzz, a bit of hate
When everything's dark, talking it out, there's no point
Off to the grind, come back home and bring back the cash
I'm at the studio, I'm making hits, and f*ck you
 
Talk all you want, you can still get f*cked,
Rage all you want you can still get f*cked,
Monday, Tuesday you can still get f*cked, Wednesday, Thursday and all week long
Talk all you want, you can still get f*cked,
Rage all you want you can still get f*cked,
Monday, Tuesday you can still get f*cked, Wednesday, Thursday and all week long
 
A bit of beef, a bit of buzz, a bit of hate
When everything's dark, talking it out, there's no point
Off to the grind, come back home and bring back the cash
I'm at the studio, I'm making hits, and f*ck you
 

Problems

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey (Joshy Josh)
Junior Alaprod and nan, there's nothing new
 
My darling causes me problems
She does nothing but repeat that I'm going to end up getting my ass beat
I've always preferred the sorrel
I have a hard time confiding, in my head, it's complicated
 
She tells me 'not without me', me, I can wait
I don't have trust in you, teach me how to trust myself
I grew up in doubt, in the streets, not on Twitter
In the sombre areas, I've been a smuggler and goalscorer
On the terrain until late hours, i'll be alone in my tomb
We grew up in pain, there was money in our boxers way before we made any sound
Therefore, I'm telling you the color, you're not going to give me any lessons, me, I'm a big boy
 
My darling causes me problems
She does nothing but repeat that I'm going to end up getting my ass beat
I've always preferred the sorrel
I have a hard time confiding, in my head, it's complicated
Give me your heart, tell me everything
Who has hurt you before?
Give me your heart, tell me everything
 
If you're with me, it's better, if you're against me, too bad
All my life, i've been escaping from the blues, it's not a woman who is going to give me peace
Twice the trouble, I double the benefits, twice the problems, I'm too much of a defeatist
Twice the trouble, I double the benefits, don't forget the cleats on the terrain, it's slippery
So tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me how you want to do this but
Stop repeating the I'm going to end up behind bars
It's going to bring me bad luck, you should shut up
We go out hand-in-hand when the building will be surrounded
A few contacts, a trouble SFR, I do rounds in the sector with the Mac and it's bullets
Never in our lives, us, we let ourselves go so let me add-on some
fucking zeros to my paycheck
 
My darling causes me problems
She does nothing but repeat that I'm going to end up getting my ass beat
I've always preferred the sorrel
I have a hard time confiding, in my head, it's complicated
Give me your heart, tell me everything
Who has hurt you before?
Give me your heart, tell me everything
 
No trust, I'm scared of betrayal
I have but that in my head when I leave for a mission
I put my doubts in my mind, the bic does the rest
We are nothing but a passage, even relaxation is hurried
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
 
My darling causes me problems
She does nothing but repeat that I'm going to end up getting my ass beat
I've always preferred the sorrel
I have a hard time confiding, in my head, it's complicated
Give me your heart, tell me everything
Who has hurt you before?
Give me your heart, tell me everything