CupcakKe – Old Town Hoe (Old Town Road Remix) Lyrics

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[Chorus]
I’m gonna take your dick, put it in my hole
I’m gonna ride ’til I can’t no more
I’m gonna take your dick, put it in my hole
I’m gonna ride ’til I can’t no more

[Verse 1]
Look like a horse show from the back, yeah
On the dick, I rap, nigga
Turnin’ his mic off like Nicki at Coachella, facts, yeah
Ride it like a horse, good brain like a dork
Told him go pig out, but baby we don’t eat no pork, yeah

[Refrain]
This what happens when we fuckin’, yeah
Every time we get to fuckin’
Keep suckin’ even when he cummin’, yeah
All fingers in me like a puppet

[Verse 2]
Once he paid my rent, we been fuckin’ ever since, yeah
When he finger me, he gotta wear an oven mitt (It’s hot)
Hey, come up in my nose, 24/7 give him blows
Now walkin’ with bad knees, like my name was Derrick Rose (Ouch)
I can’t be no cheap ho, nastier than Rico
Hit this pussy harder than a mothafuckin’ Creed show
I forgot to shave, so this pussy look like hay
April showers on that dick, then baby shower up in May

[Chorus]
I’m gonna take your dick, put it in my hole
I’m gonna ride ’til I can’t no more
I’m gonna take your dick, put it in my hole
I’m gonna ride ’til I can’t no more

[Verse 3]
Head down, ass up, feelin’ like a cockstar
Watch it grow up in my mouth every time it’s not hard
Open up the box, then eat it up just like a Pop-Tart
Make the dick harder than back seats in a cop car
Why the fuck do you keep pullin’ my tracks?
‘Cause if it fall out, bitch, then you gluin’ it back
I’m tryna suck your dick ’til my jaws get swole
I’m tryna ride like Rosa Parks on the road

[Chorus]
I’m gonna take your dick, put it in my hole
I’m gonna ride ’til I can’t no more
I’m gonna take your dick, put it in my hole
I’m gonna ride ’til I can’t no more

Lil Baby – Fit In lyrics

[Hook]
I’m only getting in where I fit in
This is a two-seater you cannot sit in
I got a dub in the rear end
I got caught when I fucked her friend
Say I wouldn’t do it and did it again
I got some dogs who want me to win
Went to the lot and bought a new Benz
I hit the gas I’m gone with the wind
I’m only getting in where I fit in
This is a two-seater you cannot sit in
I got a dub in the rear end
I got caught when I fucked her friend
Say I wouldn’t do it and did it again
I got some dogs who want me to win
Went to the lot and bought a new Benz
I hit the gas I’m gone with the wind

[Verse 1]
I had a carbon I was fifteen
We was trying to steal and rob everything
I can’t even talk about what I seen
I’m never telling the laws a thing
Made it out alive, can’t even lie that shit was awesome nigga
Shootouts I ain’t had no bullets I had to call some niggas
Lost lil one in the middle of the summer, that shit was awful nigga
As soon as we found out some witness who tell us who did it, we gon’ off them nigga
Had to cut off a couple niggas I thought was with me, tried to cross a nigga
These niggas think they can just come and kick shit in my city, it’s gon’ cost them nigga
Jumped in the game and went got me some millions, no cap
I made a wave for us
Them bitches were fucking with me when I didn’t have no money, now they can’t wait to fuck
Every one of my lil buddies mama know we thuggin’, that’s why they pray for us
I was in the back of the back like Rosa Parks
Me and my dogs on Tec, a four or more
Grind every day like it ain’t no tomorrow
I was just broke, ain’t going back
I’ma run mines up to the max
I want the cheese, ain’t fuckin’ with rats
I wanna fuck her I give her a rack
If she don’t give me head ain’t texting her back
I’m a dog I go deep in the cat
Remember one time I ain’t had jack
I had a hunnid I bought me a pack
I took the pack and went got me a bag
It started rolling and coming in fast
I had the old heads hanging back
And I’m rich now and that’s why they mad

[Hook]
I’m only getting in where I fit in
This is a two-seater you cannot sit in
I got a dub in the rear end
I got caught when I fucked her friend
Say I wouldn’t do it and did it again
I got some dogs who want me to win
Went to the lot and bought a new Benz
I hit the gas I’m gone with the wind
I’m only getting in where I fit in
This is a two-seater you cannot sit in
I got a dub in the rear end
I got caught when I fucked her friend
Say I wouldn’t do it and did it again
I got some dogs who want me to win
Went to the lot and bought a new Benz
I hit the gas I’m gone with the wind

[Verse 2]
Putting on for the hood like I’m White Boy Marco or something
Super fast car, super bad broad, everybody know a nigga getting money
Couple homies switched up on me when I blowed up now look at them funny
I put the four on my back with no shirt on
I let the homies get bags for the low low
We sending bricks out the spot this the o-zone
I’m the man, rest in peace Shawty Lo
I take the whole gang on the road
Long way from in front of the store
They don’t wanna fly they wanna hit the road
They wanna take pistols to all of my shows
We thuggin’ in public wherever we go
I did some shit that ain’t nobody know

[Hook]
I’m only getting in where I fit in
This is a two-seater you cannot sit in
I got a dub in the rear end
I got caught when I fucked her friend
Say I wouldn’t do it and did it again
I got some dogs who want me to win
Went to the lot and bought a new Benz
I hit the gas I’m gone with the wind
I’m only getting in where I fit in
This is a two-seater you cannot sit in
I got a dub in the rear end
I got caught when I fucked her friend
Say I wouldn’t do it and did it again
I got some dogs who want me to win
Went to the lot and bought a new Benz
I hit the gas I’m gone with the wind

Skepta – Shutdown lyrics

[Intro: Drake]
Man’s never been in Marquee when it’s shutdown eh? Trusss me daddi
(Man’s never been in)

[Hook: Skepta]
When it’s shutdown
That’s not me and it’s shutdown
Ring ring pussy, it’s shutdown
Fashion week and it’s shutdown
Went to the show sitting in the front row
In a black tracksuit and it’s shutdown
Touch the road and it’s shutdown
Boy Better Know and it’s shutdown

[Verse 1: Skepta]
Yeah, take time
If a man wanna try me, no time
Usain Bolt when I run up on stage
I pick up the mic and it’s reload time
Don’t know your songs but they know mine
That’s why I got gigs just like Joe Grind
After the show I be rolling mine
Don’t care bout the no smoking sign
They try to steal my vision
This ain’t a culture, it’s my religion
God knows I don’t wanna go prison
But if a man wanna try me, trust me, listen
Me and my Gs ain’t scared of police
We don’t listen to no politician
Everybody on the same mission
We don’t care about your -isms and schisms

[Hook: Skepta]
Cause it’s shutdown
That’s not me and it’s shutdown
Ring ring pussy, it’s shutdown
Fashion week and it’s shutdown
Went to the show sitting in the front row
In a black tracksuit and it’s shutdown
Touch the road and it’s shutdown
Boy Better Know and it’s shutdown

[Verse 2: Skepta]
You wanna act like a G for the camera
You say you’re Muslim, you say you’re Rasta
Say you don’t eat pork, don’t eat pussy
Liar, you’re just a actor
Blud, you’re not on your deen
And if Selassie saw you he would say
“Blud take off the red gold and green”
Them man are soft just like ice cream
Seen? Start moving correctly
If you don’t wanna upset me, you get me?
You tryna show me your Fendi
I told you before, this shit don’t impress me
I bet I make you respect me
When you see the mandem are selling out Wembley
Roll deep in a blacked out Bentley
Pull up outside like “wah gwan sexy”

[Hook]
Yeah, and it’s shutdown
That’s not me and it’s shutdown
Ring ring pussy, it’s shutdown
Fashion week and it’s shutdown
Went to the show sitting in the front row
In a black tracksuit and it’s shutdown
Touch the road and it’s shutdown
Boy Better Know and it’s shutdown

[Skit]
A bunch of young men all dressed in black dancing extremely aggressively on stage, it made me feel so intimidated and it’s just not what I expect to see on prime time TV

[Verse 3: Skepta]
I’m in a different class
When I get through I’mma bring my dargs
2 by 2, man a walk on the ark
Sittin’ at the front, just like Rosa Parks
Trust me, you don’t wanna see me get dark
Upset cause man are way up right now
And the shit happened all so fast
I was in Paris, shut down l’Arc
New York, shut down Central Park
Talk about London, yo Frisco where shall I start?
Walked in, spat ten 16 bars
And each and every one of them came from the heart
None of my lyrics are stolen
“Go on then, go on then”, that’s my slogan
Wanna know how I did it with no label
No A-list songs, and I told them

[Hook]
Blud, I just shutdown
That’s not me and it’s shutdown
Ring ring pussy, it’s shutdown
Fashion week and it’s shutdown
Went to the show sitting in the front row
In a black tracksuit and it’s shutdown
Touch the road and it’s shutdown
Boy Better Know and it’s shutdown

[Outro: Drake]
Link up Daddy
All right
Yo tomorrow I’m gonna come scoop you, we’ll go to Biz’s
Yeah for sure
All right
Dun know

Tyler, The Creator – BUFFALO (feat. Shane Powers) lyrics

(Yeah… You feel alright?)

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
God, goodness gracious
I can’t wait to see the look on y’all niggas faces
That boy T nuts, surprised his thoughts isn’t chafing
Fuck them crackers up at Mountain Dew them niggas is racist
Cabbage was made, critic faggots was shook
So I told ’em that I’ll exchange the word “faggot” with “book”
And all them “books” is pissed off and had their page in a bunch
Fuckin’ attitude switched just like a “book” when it struts
But, I’m a fraud I pray to God when the six triple “book” bashin’
While me and my favorite author’s lips tickle
Peter Parker pick a pack of peppers when the plot thickens
Tyler, The Creator fuckin’ kill you with a popsicle
Cold blooded so we rock mittens so they won’t find him
Not kiddin’ keep the Tommy on me bitch, I’m Ms. Pickles
Said I seem off, last time that team talked
Sick of making niggas cabbage so I took the ‘preme off
Should’ve bought some stock in it
(Yo it’s fucked up, I get it, put a sock in it)
Not Golf when the little homies don’t, wait,let’s weigh my options
I bought me a mansion, and bought some attention
Ain’t give none to Hopsin,and dear Boyce Watkins
Why you mad? It’s the slave in me
It’s facts boy I’m back like Rosa Parks least favorite seat
Videos, stage dives, popups, they watching T’
While y’all niggas watchin’ the throne, the throne be watching me

[Interlude: Shane Powers]
If you fuck this up
There are so many fuckin’ kids right now, listenin’ to this guy
Get those wings flapping motherfucker!
Cause this kid’s ready to fucking fly

[Break: Tyler, The Creator]
Eenie, meenie, miney, mo, nigga nigga on the wall
Rap bars, jail bars, die or shoot a basketball
Tyler, the dark skin, arrested in Austin
Cops know who I was cause their kid said the show was Awesome

[Interlude: Shane Powers]
Tyler, Tyler, I swear to, I swear to fuck! If you fucking…
Do NOT fuck this up!
You have the whole world in your fucking hands

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
How many leaders in the house?
Well can somebody bring the mirrors out? I’m getting lonely
Likes and apologies and snaps make it obvious
That everybody on this fucking planet lackin’ confidence
How many leaders in the house? (Do not fuck this up!)
Well can somebody bring the camera out so I can film me
T a great director nigga’s vision must be blurry
Boy I get them epic shots like jaywalkin’ in Missouri
Wait… How many leaders in the house?
Well can’t somebody bring my album out so I can hear one
Pour me a drink, shit I don’t know what to think
Cause all these niggas leaning like they Forest Whitaker’s blink
Wait… How many leaders in the house?
See why nobody got they hands up, see that’s the issue

MellowHype – Tisk Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, Left Brain, yes maybe
God, she, Miyagi the best man

[Verse 1]
It’s MellowHype by the way, SMH, OMG
Tisk tisk tisk
La-di-da-di
Vlade Divac get it popping, flopping
And this-this-this
Flip this-this
What is this-this-this-this-this-this-this
This is legit, characterizing, you categorizing
I’m rapping, enticing, baptizing your wives
Your daughters need holy water with some olive oil
She’s a Christian rich (God), snitches get clipped, snipped, ditched
She got on lipstick, gypsies in her church she’s promiscuous
A master of disguise, she know how to hide, last night
I was at the strip club throwing dubs at her tidbits
She curious, well I’m kit-nip
Verse is cool, I whip shit then
Got my ink from a squid, editorial penmanship
I put my Timbs on rhythm from the beat I squish, squish, squish
Fresh to death, exquisite
Leave your phone at home when you come exhibit this
My head on my neck and you egging me on
You gonna catch every L that I’m throwing
Game over, flip-flip-flip bitch
Nigga you don’t want diss-diss-diss (nah)
This here, this mind gone, rimless shit
Slim Jim, henchman shit
59-50 new era
Never ever ever ever ever say never
Never let cheddar come between friendships
Never let a pirate set a fire, fire of desires
Burn baby bridges
Me and Vyron Turner turning up the fire furnace
Inspired by burning tear jerking jerks in their bitty britches
Burned up, I heard a natural disaster’s coming to get us
[?] tornadoes and twisters
Don’t get it twisted
Twisted metal, don’t forget I’m a rebel
Feet to pedal through the ghettos to meadows
High risers, shoot uzis
Picture me rolling motion picture movies
I’ma fuck the whole city up, tell that Asian
Ben Baller I’m paintballing
Defrosting, taking these chains off me
My aim’s awesome, these brains blossom
I paint the ponds when they withdraw BB guns
You never see me, I’ll see me around
You don’t see me at all, you don’t see me none
You could see these numbers on streaming, TD run
MellowHype nigga, we the one
Numero uno, a duo no duo
[?] that like to tuck speedy gun

You niggas little niggas, you just having a little fun (little fun)
This shout ain’t to Lil Boat (boat)
Lil Uzi, that’s my lil one
I go futuristic and ballistic
Cans of ammunition make you want kill some
Chill son, would that make me a real one? (nah)
Fuck ’em all, kill ’em
I don’t wanna get repetitive
Second guessing, digest what he said to me
Said I squeeze this lil piece til he dead to me
I’m bringing my energy, reminiscing Jet Li
You’ll settle for anything, it’s so unsettling
Especially with arm forces, better be
Heavy the energy, cheddar cheese
Feta cheese, commit a felony for this wedge of brie
A-R semi, I should let it breath
Shouldn’t I, wouldn’t I
Cut the firewood then light a match, lighterman
Light a wood to the fire
Multiply and divide inquiry
I’m still crazy, you can’t Left Brain me
Xan your brain, you back
Tazmanian, Animaniac, animation
Fly on my spacey craft I’m an alien
Yeah, uh, you slept on us
Too many “wahhh” baby naps
Absent or just late for that
Take a shat, now you gotta pay for raps
We are what you eat off
Three strikes you lost, feed us
You can’t eat off me dog
I’m taking it back
Imagine if Casey [?] could rap

[Interlude]
That’s me dog
LB-HB dog
In 2006 I was spitting 2018 bars
Nigga rolling blunts while I’m pouring Tuss
We ain’t slowing up, 2018 is ours
Seminars, see me outer bars, speedy autobahn
I’m the one, got a new N-A-M-E, it’s Duwan
Game over flip flip flip flip flip flip
MellowHype in this bitch, never quit
(Hello, you are a winner!)
World championship nigga
Trophy status
Home run derby
Above average nigga
I don’t go home (I’m golden)
I go hard
Champions
Start early nigga
Starter, starter
24 hours spitting this fresh gem
Spitting bars

[Verse 2]
[?]
Don’t make amend
Don’t play pretend
Break the case, and repace, take the win
And we run back to the storm, run with tornado winds
And mother nature wins (yeah she do)
I throw up a L and that’s for loyal
Throw up the other L, connect 2 L’s, that’s a W, winner
Troublesome, another two
Sun is setting, setting up the fullest moon
I caterpill, I’m a butter in the coccoon
Spread my wings, origami
Chopping this [?]
Hodgy order unagi
I celebrate with wasabi
We gon’ get drunk off Hasaki
Afterwards go to [?]
Examine me then massage me
Live a happy life, livelihood adapt into variety
Story tellers don’t tell stories, they
Thomas guide him to silver lining
Guide him until they figure he’ll figure ain’t nothin likely
Don’t look real, don’t feel like me
My baby Phat Farm and Nike, white tee
Throwin’ bows [?]
I talk to her like she know me
Fuck you buy us you like me
I said either love me or leave me alone
Entrepreneurs on her own, we black
Kings and queens on our thrones, we black
Light Backwoods in Lincoln
Fun fact, the Lincoln
[?] Lincoln
Plugged in my phone jack in the Lincoln
Sinking into the back seat of the Lincoln
I be thinking
Started with Noah’s Ark and it ended with Rosa Parks
She sat her black ass in a white seat bruh, they could tell her apart
But that day she didn’t think that history was set and smart
Bleeding hearts (melanin), followed the heart beat of beating heart
I could hear it almost, that shit beating hard
She follow her instincts in leading hard
Freedom fighters had dreams, Luther King J-R
Lead by example, nigga
Turning bad situations
Congratulations, now they amply feel us
Freedom fight if you can’t see the light
Look in the mirror
Reach for your spirit, you’re a speeding light

Big Sean Gets Roasted On Twitter For Corny Lines On New Album “Double or Nothing”

Big Sean has been getting roasted on Twitter all day for some lines on his new album “Double or Nothing” that some fans think are corny.

The Detroit rapper and St. Louis producer Metro Boomin released their joint album today to mix reactions from hip hop fans. The project comes with 10 singles and includes some guest features from 2 Chainz, Travis Scott, Young Thug, Kash Doll, Swae Lee and more. Two particular singles on the album are drawing some concerts for its lyrics.

On the single “Who’s Stopping Me,” Big Sean made some references about Rosa Parks and that made some fans a bit uneasy. “I had a dream I rode with Rosa Parks in the back of the ‘Bach / And we was blowing a blunt and she was packing a strap / Like damn, it do feel good to be black in the back,” he raps.

“Big Sean really got on that Metro Boomin beat talking about smoking a blunt with Rosa Parks and I’m supposed to take this man seriously,” one fan wrote while another added, “The sad thing is that you got n**roes out here using #WhatAboutism trying to defending that mess saying people are overreacting. Rosa Parks sued #Outkast for a song she thought was disrespectful to her name. That Big Sean line is way more disrespectful that the Outkast song.”

One of the most talked about songs on the album is “So Good” featuring Kash Doll. “I’m so disappointed in you @BigSean thst album was terrible metro gave you the worst beats possible and the kash doll song might be the worst song of the year,” one fan wrote.

“kash doll got a whole verse praising big sean dick. jhene got his face tatted on her. i don’t know what this is about but “oh God”, another fan added on Twitter. Check out more reactions on Twitter below.

Me : *plays big Sean*

Big Sean :“ I had a dream I rode with Rosa Parks in the back of the Bach, and we was blowin a blunt and she was packing a strap”

Me: pic.twitter.com/3MlmKDXR7E

— luisa (@itsluisagibson) December 8, 2017

Big Sean rapping about the water in flint and y’all mad…. other rappers rapping about xans and yall praising them….

— hu¢¢i (@RusslsTrash) December 8, 2017

How is the world just now waking up to Big Sean's mediocrity? Dude has one OK project. ONE. And it's just OK.

— Nethony Neutralo (@theneedledrop) December 8, 2017

I come out of jail and the first thing I hear is Big Sean album please take me back

— Q ?? (@tydollamenu) December 8, 2017

Big Sean really said “they say i’m not hood coz i stay in the valley, they say i never been in the alley, i tell them cats huh, i been the alley” pic.twitter.com/0X8oNO3r0Q

— Trashvis (@Trashvis) December 8, 2017

Metro Boomin really wasted all these good ass beats on Big Sean’s album, I’m sick.

— We Know. Ima get suspended. We get it. (@DimplesBePlayin) December 8, 2017

kash doll got a whole verse praising big sean dick. jhene got his face tatted on her. i don't know what this is about but "oh God".

— rico. (@jiggy_sgz) December 8, 2017

Still, Big Sean is getting some praise from his fans for the joint effort with Metro Boomin, including some celebrities who listened to the album and are calling it fire.

Aye well I was pissed when that demi-dog ate you n you died in season 2 of Stranger Things man. You were a good dude. I’m a fan…if that makes you feel any better ??????? https://t.co/CDX5jFvmMj

— Sean Don (@BigSean) December 8, 2017

im 10 seconds into this big sean album and tears have formed…. this travis scott song started off sounding like a fairy tale

— Introducing…The Coziest boy ever..CozyBoy Meech (@meechonmars) December 8, 2017

Booba – Double Poney (Autopsie 0 Album)

Des hormones de dos argenté, constate les analyses
Les rappeurs français découpés, des kilos de hess’ dans la valise
Je tiens toujours mes bails, en temps de crise, de pénurie
J’suis rentré dans la matrice, esquive les balles comme Keanu Reaves
T’es nouveau dans l’biz, j’suis là depuis Wu-Tang killa Beez
Mon hobby: m’taper au sabre avec Obi Wan Kenobi
Infos dispos sur le site man, premier sur le shit man
U tréma sur le sweat, 56 000 euros le feat
On connaît d’jà le générique, t’es là à nous parler d’ton titre
On a vidé les douilles d’ton chargeur, scié les chicots d’ton pit
Un faux mouv’, on te recherche, te traque dans toute la ville
On t’nique ta mère et ta grand-mère, si elle est toujours en vie
Six heures du mat’ en cage ces pédés d’condés me questionnent
Bien entendu je nie, je n’reconnais personne
Qui a honte d’être un négro à part Michael Jackson?
Shoota Babylon à bord d’une Martin Aston
Lunettes noires, vitres baissées, c’est moi dans la Benzo
On cruise à 20 à l’heure comme dans les rues de Crenshaw
Compère peu fréquentable, insolent comme sonne-per
Négro crois pas qu’on perd, la chatte à ton père
Mais déjà dis moi d’où tu m’connais? Parle moi en billets violets
Dou-double poney, j’fais izi money
D’où tu m’connais? Parle moi en billets violets
Dou-double poney, j’fais izi money
Tu crois qu’j’ai perdu le nord, que j’me suis éparpillé
Flingue dans la bouche, yeux écarquillés, je n’les laisse pas crier
J’encule le système français, oui je suis expatrié
Seul un peu d’oseille pourrait me rapatrier
Bien sur j’continue l’son pour faire du halal billet
Musculation, Rice and Beans, ba-banane grillée
Je viens du Sénégal, le soir observe les kalash briller
Bakel city dans la place, retrouve ton palace pillé
Ici bas j’ai rien à faire à part acheter des gros apparts
Va dire au chauffeur que j’pose mon cul où j’veux, comme Rosa Parks
Alerte au météorite, putain de gros impact
Tu dis partout qu’t’es une terreur, chez nous on t’trouve super sympa
J’ai le gauche droite gauche d’un boxeur cubain
T’es pas frais, tu monte sur ne-scè comme pour aller acheter du pain
Et nous sommes les meilleurs, les vrais négros le savent
Concert à guichet fermé sur bateau d’esclaves
Lunettes noires, vitres baissées, c’est moi dans la Benzo
On cruise à 20 à l’heure comme dans les rues de Crenshaw
Compère peu fréquentable, insolent comme sonne-per
Négro crois pas qu’on perd, la chatte à ton père
Mais déjà dis moi d’où tu m’connais? Parle moi en billets violets
Dou-double poney, j’fais izi money
D’où tu m’connais? Parle moi en billets violets
Dou-double poney, j’fais izi money
Quelques mauvais conseils, des trafics pas nets
Grace à ça j’paye ma bouteille, tu payes ta canette
Tu t’fais des casse-croûtes, j’me fais des restos
J’envoie des diamants à ma go, t’envoies des textos
Pourquoi frime t’il autant, pourquoi est-il si méchant?
L’argent pourrit les gens, met du chrome sur mes jantes
Quand j’serai grand j’serai président, j’ai besoin qu’on m’pistonne
J’veux jouer du saxo, m’faire sucer comme Bill Clinton
T’as autant d’style qu’un bas d’survet’ avec une paire de Weston
Qui a plus de flow que B.2.O? Personne
Burlington, paire de Stan Smith, Smith & Wesson
20 janvier 09, j’m’arrache à Washington
Jusqu’ici tout va bien, négro plus rien ne m’étonne
Mon uzi pèse une tonne, je n’viens que pour des grosses sommes
J’suis dans mon living room, room, j’vends des ringtones
La concurrence prend dans le cavu, comme Elton John
Lunettes noires, vitres baissées, c’est moi dans la Benzo
On cruise à 20 à l’heure comme dans les rues de Crenshaw
Compère peu fréquentable, insolent comme sonne-per
Négro crois pas qu’on perd, la chatte à ton père
Mais déjà dis moi d’où tu m’connais? Parle moi en billets violets
Dou-double poney, j’fais izi money
D’où tu m’connais? Parle moi en billets violets
Dou-double poney, j’fais izi money
Dou-double poney, j’fais izi money