paroles de chanson Pakistan - D-Block Europe , Clavish

What's up guys, today, I got Desert Eagle, .50 calibre and a TV
We're gonna blow it up at 50-thousand frames per second (know what I'm sayin')
Super slow motion (load 'em up)
It's gonna look amazing (ski, yeah)

She can't take me home (yeah), her dad is from Iran (from Iran)
I got a brick of heroin from Pakistan (Pakistan)
I ain't buy that bitch no bag, I bought my killers firearms (firearms, ski, ski)
Burners from Russia, Louis V from Milan (ski, ski, ski, skrrt)
Mm-mm (mm), pussy like a work of art (ski, ski, ski, skrrt)
Mm-mm (mm), wetter than the Noah's Ark (ski, ski, ski, skrrt)
Mm-mm (yeah), I can fly you very far
Bentley truck on the main road, diamonds taste like a rainbow (ski)

I live in my own world right now (yeah), I'm in my hotel right now (yeah)
I think all these hoes are drunk, so I got no mail right now (no)
Yes, my lady make my dick hard, make it count in 50's
I just linked up with my Gipsys, and I'm really movin', Big Meech

Mm-mm, check out the score, check out the scoreboard
Mm-mm, she wanna fuck raw, but she got more rose (uh, uh)
My nigga shootin' like a porno
Whip the crack, he got four phones, he can't keep that door closed (yeah)

Emirates, I fly with niggas, feelin' generous (mm)
Nicknames on fly, 'cause we're fuckin' regulars (mm)
I'm sellin' white, yes, it's Ellen DeGeneres
Let's take a trip to Pakistan, we can benefit (yeah, ski)

She can't take me home, her dad is from Iran (ski, ski, ski, ski, ski)
I got a brick of heroin from Pakistan
I ain't buy that bitch no bag, I bought my killers firearms (hah, yeah)
Burners from Russia, Louis V from Milan
Mm-mm (mm), pussy like a work of art (brrt, mm)
Mm-mm, wetter than the Noah's Ark (brrt)
Mm-mm, I can fly you very far (far)
Bentley truck on the main road, diamonds taste like a rainbow (ski, ski)

Yo, these hoes treat me like the president (ski, ski, ski), my Rollie a Presi' too
My spinner came with only six, tryna buy some extra shoes
They think I'm rappin' cappin', on God, I still got the mashes packin'
She ain't seen no gun before, 50 racks in cash, don't look in the bag

Can't get my G-Lock, so we just grabbed the fours
Built my own line in my hood, like who am I trappin' for?
Missionary, my Taurus one, but doggy-style my Capricorn
Calls me a dog, I told her, "Save my number as Labrador"

And when Selene dropped, "New Season," shit, I cop it fast
Her not givin' me a second chance, not a chance
Fake friends, conspiracy cases and petrol baths
My burner from Russia, my Louis V was born in France (yeah)

She can't take me home, her dad is from Iran (from Iran)
I got a brick of heroin from Pakistan (Pakistan)
I ain't buy that bitch no bag, I bought my killers firearms (ski, ski, woo)
Burners from Russia, Louis V from Milan (ski, ski, woo)
Mm-mm (woo), pussy like a work of art (chee, chee, chee)
Mm-mm (woo), wetter than the Noah's Ark (chee, chee, chee)
Mm-mm (woo), I can fly you very far (chee, chee, chee)
Bentley truck on the main road, diamonds taste like a rainbow (ski, ski, ski, ski, ski, brrt)