paroles de chanson Badmon - Mouraine

I got demands I got wishes
Pockets full dollars
Some blessing for my brethrens
Yeah
I got demands I got wishes
Bring bottles for my niggas
And champagne is for the bitches
Yeah
Tell me who the on sleep on
Tell who the real badmon

OOOh shutdown

Look I did it by self that′s facts
Paid the hard and the tax
Bitch I'm man you ain′t even gotta ask
For validation
They wanna get the pass
Where the fuck you was you at
When we flipped contrabands
When I need a clap you couldn't offer me hands
Now I'm doing shows with bands
Woah
Made them cut a cheque in advance
Woah
Before i touch stage for the fans
Woah
Now I′m doing road cause I′m used to roads
I can the handle the tech
I was built with the code
My success like breakfast
Too early for the toast
Woah
They niggas drop a track and they boast
Woah
Mouraine rings bell by the coast
Woah
I'm never in the city I′m ghost
Cause I gotta paid bitch I'm way too young
There′s plenty places that I still never been
I get used to hate cause I got tough skin
I do it for the fam for the next of the kin
My career really took that spin
Kick every until they letting me in
I'm ready for fame and the pain that it bring
Why be in the game if you ain′t aim for the win
You better stay in your lane
If you don't wanna see me sin
I've been posted up wit your ting
She say Mouraine if you sing
I′m down to do anything and

I got demands I got wishes
Pockets full dollars
Some blessing for my brethrens
Yeah
I got demands I got wishes
Bring bottles for my niggas
And champagne is for the bitches
Yeah
Tell me who the on sleep on
Tell who the real badmon

Tell me who the whole city proud of
Every place he in really pop off
Keep em on they toes like im java
They can′t catch up bitch I'm way too faster
That bitch thought she way too sick for the answer
Now the only place she can see me is plasma
Woah
Think they she made a mistake
Whats point of sweet talk
When you know got cake
How you tryna book the mans
You ain′t check don't ask for the rate
Woah
Gritie showed how to go at them
Arlo knew this kids was problem
Point proven
When you rock the squad ain′t no time be losing
Now I can't even talk if you ain′t rick Rubin
How you slick talk when your beef is a reuben
You better keep moving
Woah
Bitch I am the man
Gotta make it out
For me and the clan
Collect collect to feed the fam
I got the blue print
I got the plans
Get that money
I got demands
Cuz your wishes come true
The harder you grind
Now a days I don't sleep
Cause I gotta mine
Cut off the negative
No bad mind
Woah
I've been posted up with your chop
Shes said moraine you Rap
She′s down to run up that top

I got demands I got wishes
Pockets full dollars
Some blessing for my brethrens
Yeah
I got demands I got wishes
Bring bottles for my niggas
And champagne is for the bitches
Yeah
Tell me who the on sleep on
Tell who the real badmon