Lyrics London Blues - Lacrim , Paigey Cakey

Double X on the track bitch
Ya
Ya
Ya
Ah
They can't fuck with us, if they wanted to
All expensive soles, steppin' in my shoes
Winners in my circle, how we gonna lose?
I ain't need that stress, get me a masseuse
They can't fuck with us, if they wanted to
All expensive soles, steppin' in my shoes
Winners in my circle, how we gonna lose?
I ain't need that stress, get me a masseuse
I'm in Paris, they sey "oui"
I say no, who is she?
She been talking hella bad
But she know where I be
Hit in the stu or on the street
I got ink all on my sleeve
Bet your brothers wants a verse
There's a charge that's a fee
I'm the baker, gettin' dough
All that money on the phone
All my homies got that chrome
Never make me change my tone
I might turn you to a ghost
Blaka blaka, moving whoa
We might even let it blow
Watch your sister watch your bro
Bobby Shmurda we could go
On the boot I hit my Ghost
Got the fire for you hoes
They couldn't keep up, they haven't got stamina
Na na, na na
Tried to get cuffs but my name is not Pamela
They know I'm flashy, they pull out they cameras
Left 'em in a state, I flew into Canada
They can't fuck with us, if they wanted to
All expensive soles, steppin' in my shoes
Winners in my circle, how we gonna lose?
I ain't need that stress, get me a masseuse
They can't fuck with us, if they wanted to
All expensive soles, steppin' in my shoes
Winners in my circle, how we gonna lose?
I ain't need that stress, get me a masseuse
J'comprends pas tu vends tu continues à gratter d'la garo
Sur le périph', six heures, la RS est remplis comme dans Blow
J'roule ma bosse, oui t'es mon gosse
On a mit dix milles dans le sceau
Crois moi qu'un p'tit tada dans ta mère c'est bien mieux que des mots
J'veux du biff mon rebeu,
ils vendent la coke vroum vroum oui mon rebeu
Touche au bénéf, touche au tipeu
Sa fait vroum vroum oui mon rebeu
Sa fait boum boum ma beauté là
T'es comme gratteur à Marbella
T'es dans une école, t'as ramener des tonnes?
Sa fait boum boum et t'es plus là
Dans mes bottes t'auras pas bien, c'est clean
Ils t'éclatent ta mère sans sniffer de lignes
J'suis pas dans une film de Medellin
J'achète ma berline au magasine
Y'a tout ce qu'il faut que dieu m'en soit loué
J'habite pas sur les champs pour devenir une salope
Et mon .44 est dans le 4 pour les
batards qui veulent nous vendre à la police
They can't fuck with us, if they wanted to
All expensive soles, steppin' in my shoes
Winners in my circle, how we gonna lose?
I ain't need that stress, get me a masseuse
They can't fuck with us, if they wanted to
All expensive soles, steppin' in my shoes
Winners in my circle, how we gonna lose?
I ain't need that stress, get me a masseuse