paroles de chanson SEPTEMBER (feat. Jae, Lil EZ, Kermode Zay & Rob Buck) - FLEAU

See you
In Sept
See you
In Sept
See you
In September (September)

Never forgetting it
A brand new Ferrari, I sit in it
A house on the lake, now I live in it
Why am I swiping the credit card?
Ain't never D'd
I'm thinking it might be unlimited
The Rolls came with curtains, still tinted it
Know that I'm getting it
I like to match up Dior with the Gucci
I pull up all dry just to drip in it
Told 'em that nothing gonna change me
Yeah all of my haters going crazy
I did it and no one can blame me
More figures but I'm still the same me
Everything hazy
Hopped off the jet
No Uber you know I hopped straight in Mercedes
I wanted the bills to turn bluer
But now I got all of the opps tryna raid me

However you want
That's how it's gonna be
Fucking your bitch
She fucking on me
Louis on me
Prada on me
Bitches on me
Water my tee
She quitting on me
Like Snoop Dogg
She quitting the weed
Tryna get to the gold on my teeth
Rob making a house beat
Know I pull up, know I pull up
From the free throw
Know I shoot up, know I make it
You know I splash it in pong
Like Curry from three
I'mma splash brother like Klay
Got bitches all over my johnson
All over my johnson
No Andrew Johnson
I'll let Rob and Zay take over
Because they rap like the days are over
No Walking Dead
Dunk on a Hodag
Now he brain dead
I'mma let Zay spit on you 'til you brain dead
'Til you brain dead

Wish I had a Kwik Trip spicy chicken sandwich right now
Every time a homie see Kermode Zay they be like wow
He be ballin'
Ring ring, the money calling
Bling bling, got paper raining out the sky
The money fallin'
All around me, was lost looking for a direction
Then the beat found me
How you broke but always down to smoke
That shit astound me
Hate pulling up to Davies
Just to see that there's a line
R.I.P. to Dolph, but I got head when I was five
Hate pulling up to a lecture baked
Just to have a group discussion
Shit got me ready to square up
Like I'm a Russian in the UFC
But I gotta keep it low key
Can't let my classmates or professor know I'm tweaking off the THC
So as I'm going home for break back in December
Take a moment, step back and remember
Got in a flow state here's the soul food
Hope y'all prepared
Now Fleau clearly the hottest out Eau Claire since Bon Iver (aye)

Yeah it's Virgo gang on the beat
I'm in turbo mode with your girl up in my sheets
Tear it up and chop it down, slow
Do the veggie roll
I don't get too many downloads but that ain't never been the goal
About to start another roll, call it joint discussion
Smoke it feed your soul while the beat give you concussions
Why your girl on me tryna give me hella suction?
I'm untouchable like the Pincushion Man, I'm yoked like a Russian
Eggs got max protein
Choking on weed as I watch Ratatouille
Feeling on her booty
Can't afford no Louis
Cheetah Piss so gooey
Filmed a couple movies with your lady, she too groovy
Spitting tongue typhoons, Blunt Bandit on the way
Came a long way from the haikus
Goddammit, why you in the way? I don't like you
Sorry, let me rephrase that
NAH I FUCKING HATE YOU!
Just kidding, I kinda fucking like you
Maybe love you, wait no I don't
But what if I do?
She always catch me looking like a fool
Yeah her stare be so intense like a Yu-Gi-Oh! duel
Got that Super Monkey flow, Technological Terror
Turning down the bong, veggilogical error
All the kush got me feeling like I'm Tow Mater, not the vegetable
I'm ripping Cars 2 and I'mma see you later

Seasons passing like we speeding through the left lane
Coughing getting chest pain
Boy we getting higher than the X-Games
Got back to Eau Claire in September
Hop back on some tracks once or twice
Then went to Kwik Trip, stopped for some snacks
Some nights went to bed, got up early for class
Other nights went to Rob's, got vegged off my ass
Now two months gone pass, and I'm going back to Tosa in November
And this beat hard as fuck, shoutout Rob (who me?)
Just might start a whole fire like an ember
Might just smoke on four bowls then spit my verse
Next morning I don't even remember
What I said, and even when I'm vegging
You pretending if you think that shit ain't so sick
Smoke an ounce before each bar
That mean each verse worth a whole brick
And I mean it whole-hearted, we perfectionists
Tryna flip the game on its head
Like we was at the Capitol on the 6th, we insurrectionists
So if there's correction, might push the album back to a later date
Got about four hoes all up on me
She joined the church of Latter-day Saints

I'mma pray for you
I'mma pray that you get off my dick
Now let me smoke a J or two
As I fuck your boo
Yeah she love the way I move
And I'm on the way to 'Potle
Bump a lil Coldplay
Take your bitch back to the crib for some foreplay
Make her hit them high notes like Sol La Ti no Do Re
Fuck her to some reggae
Then kick her out the door ay yo
I'mma out lift you, why you shouting?
All you do is make shitty music for more clout and
Buy followers you a scummy lil rodent
Like the rat, just for the rhyme I mispronounced it
Eating too much pussy yeah it's getting hard to count it
You a clown, always looking for the next deposit
Always smoking mids while I smoke my gas in ounces
Song is about to end but the tape has yet to start, bitch

Aye yo
Thanks for listening to this lil hip-hop house fusion track
Featuring Kermode Zay
The homie Jae
Lil EZ on that beat
And Rob Buck
Yuh yuh
Lil outro piece right here aye yo
Hope you enjoyed the meal
Up next...
Some more soul food