paroles de chanson Siberia - Brice Wilson
Yea,
It's
London
time
Had
to
switch
up
both
wrists
You
know
that
I'm
too
sick
With
the
ice
on
get
frostbit
I'm
on
one
Bars
hittin'
like
Izzy
Ain't
a
legend
worldwide
but
am
one
in
my
city
In
this
game
I'm
an
all
star
Pull
up
in
a
sports
car
Pull
up
in
a
Jaguar
Yeah
I'm
taking
it
that
far
Keep
it
lowkey
no
hook
Light
it
up
like
a
Molotov
But
when
go
and
drop
this
shit
It's
a
chain
reaction
and
I
set
it
off
Do
you
know
who
you
fucking
with
It's
me
who
be
running
shit
I
ain't
ducking
shit
Tell
my
enemies
to
go
suck
a
dick
Coming
up
like
the
butcher
Got
the
flow
like
the
machine
I
ain't
from
the
Westside
But
I
got
the
Gunn
and
I
let
it
ring
If
I'm
talking
now
you
better
listen
up
Bitches
say
I
don't
do
enough
Bitches
say
they
proud
of
me
But
they
turn
around
try
to
call
my
bluff
London,
UK,
man
I
gotta
pay
homage
Talent
there
is
insane,
man
y'all
really
got
it
Prison
cell
and
I'm
confined
Bring
it
back
gotta
rewind
Ain't
21
but
a
Savage
now
You
know
I'm
on
demon
time
Stand
tall
gotta
keep
my
ground
Quiet
now
don't
make
a
sound
If
you
throw
a
punch
you
going
down
Cause
what
goes
around
comes
around
Making
hits
making
plays
You
hot
now
it's
just
a
phase
Drowning
but
I
ride
the
wave
Imma
get
it
now,
no
debate
People
hate
but
they
losing
Bitches
fake
and
they
snoozing
People
really
think
I'm
pressed
But
I'm
in
a
car
just
cruising
Too
many
flows
Too
many
hoes
Pulling
up
to
the
function
Sold
out
shows
We
going
home
Scope
out
and
I'm
hunting
Too
many
bars
can't
keep
us
Save
a
clip
for
the
reaper
Talent
showing
can't
beat
us
They
learning
that
I'm
a
teacher
Chill
out
in
the
living
room
Rap
shit
what
I
really
do
Take
this
shit
to
the
backyard
Show
you
how
I
really
move
Recording
this
on
my
iPhone
Got
this
from
the
AppStore
Flying
high
to
my
home
Don't
even
need
a
passport
I
ain't
beefing
with
nobody
I
ain't
answer
no
DMs
Slaughtered
his
ass
on
a
track
Got
mad
for
no
reason
I
ain't
worry
bout
these
dumb
rappers
Most
of
them
my
fucking
clones
Like
I
said
I'm
in
the
major
league
I
don't
strike
out,
I
bring
it
home
I
be
on
my
Drake
shit
Saucing
now
cause
I'm
A1
Customers
get
mad
at
me
I
stand
back
and
I
act
dumb
I
ain't
really
for
talking
But
we
can
talk
money
I
ain't
with
all
that
shit
Most
of
y'all
be
acting
funny,
I'm
out
Must
of
forgot
who
the
fuck
I
was
Be
real
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