paroles de chanson Flatleyene - FR33SOL

Entangled with your enemies
Lil bitch you ain′t no friend of me
You ain't the type to leave a legacy
Too scared to manifest your destiny
Ain′t got no spiritual weaponry
Ancestors lookin weak you can't stand next to me|
I roll that cap up in a spliff and make these peasants sneeze
The success it got em itching for my recipe

Sick as fuck pH low outta luck
Out of bucks got no hope you look stuck
In the mud
In the mud
Sick as fuck pH low outta luck
Out of bucks got no hope you look stuck
In the mud
In the mud

New bloodline equipped on the front line
I been eating on these beats I think It's lunch time
I need a weekend on the beach under the sun shine
I see you slither through the streets but you not my slime
I been moving at the speed of light that′s my time
All attention on this excellence they eyes wide
They ain′t checkin for you no
Peeped you lurkin
Don't hit me less It′s urgent
Close the curtains
You're dead to me
Peeped you lurkin
Don′t hit me less It's urgent
Close the curtains
You′re dead to me

Flatleyene yeah yeah
Put him in a coffin
Flatleyne
Flatleyne
Flatleyene
You're dead!
Put him in a coffin
Flatleyne
Flatleyne

Sick as fuck pH low outta luck
Out of bucks got no hope you look stuck
In the mud
In the mud
Sick as fuck pH low outta luck
Out of bucks got no hope you look stuck
In the mud
In the mud

Flatleyne
Flatleyne
Flatleyne
Let the dead lie with the dead