paroles de chanson Dior - Harry Mack

Yeah, come on, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Come on, come on, come on, ay, ay
Ay, it's Mack coming through, of the top
Man you know how we do, omegle bars
Yeah, come on ay, omegle bars, yeah, come on, come on

Ay yo, matching with the tracks and I never clashing
My lyrics like Dior 'cause my bars high fashion
H Mack, I leave rappers sad like out like ER
Meanwhile I pop up flashing on 'em in Dior
Yeah, and you know I be the freshest rhyme man
We at the Dior shop capping that designer
You know that I'm prama higher lining just like the stars

Improvising on the legal coming through with the bars
I know who we are, we in it, I leave a field with dead corns
Too high with the river, she be adjusting her headphones
Mack all upon it and I'm coming with the true speech
I read the word above your sweatshirt my flow is unique

Ah, Mack all, I've been in it, and I'm blessed
Every lyric that I'm kickin' you can tell it's fresh
A-plus lyricism leaving y'all impressed, most of
These other rappers don't get the D or F
Either way they be falling flat
H Mack I ain't sleeping man I always rap
I keep it fat like this, we're coming right of the trip

And when it be coming to lyricism Mack ain't never going to slip
I do, just what the feeling they 'bout to get this flowing wrath
Ah, take a picture of me like a photograph
Yeah, H Mark, I keep the rap side
Ah, they 'bout to free us, take frames
Snapshot

H Mack man you know I leave your phone destroyed
Take your warm pictures of flow like a Polaroid
Take you back in time damager, if you is an armature
I stretch with stamina, went live upon your camera
Ah, you can tell them Mack's stronger

They're staring at me, take a picture with me, it don't last longer
Yeah, I'm on another plane no doubt
H Mack, I'm staying on the insanest route
Ill flows that's what I'm bringing, I'm rapping not singing
They feel me in L.A., and they feel me out in England
Yeah, these bars I provide, you know they casual

I move in tactical but my lyrics are international
About to spit it in the hard-core way
Probably got fans both in my music and Norway
Ah, and y'all know I got plenty of flows
I'm cold like Norway winter y'all, I'm twenty below
H Mack you know I came through to perform
It's twenty below outside, but she still stays warm

Yeah, I'ma do me and I rhyming too tight
I be shinning like your background with the lamp and the light
H Mack you know I got you're feeling me
Yeah, I'm over hitches like your ceiling be
Yeah, I'm doing me, when I'm on it, I'm 'bout to break
It down with the lyrics, I ain't never been the fakest clown

Coming right over the top of this when I be spitting they're getting the zone
Ay, Mack know I'm the king in the lyrics I probably Belong on a throne
Be, be fader now here's where we 'bout to end
I'll be live up in omegle, I'm making some new friends lets