paroles de chanson Cancer - Napoleon Da Legend
Revenge
is
a
meal
that
you
eat
cold
Catch
me
in
the
snow
with
a
sheep
coat
If
you
say
it
in
a
song
then
police
know
When
the
party
done
serve
you
with
a
RICO
Hear
em
gassing
but
that's
just
the
placebo
I
be
caking
up
like
a
priest
though
Never
fuck
with
the
snake
type
Great
sights
can
turn
into
a
gravesight
Up
late
nights
Early
mornings
we
take
flights
To
handle
pressure
gotta
train
right
It's
mind
over
matter
Taking
care
of
mine
over
chatter
When
you
find
yourself
in
a
zone
Then
time
doesn't
matter
Time
is
money
bags
You
know
mines
is
getting
phatter
Formally
the
formatter
of
the
core
matter
Formally
they
hated
on
me
now
they
more
madder
The
war
crafter,
I'm
the
landlord
smasher
The
evil
seed
slash
Pandora
crasher
Except
more
brasher,
the
no-look
passer
Cook
plasma,
slash
shook
rapper
slapper
3 pointer
splasher,
Golden
State
trophies
Yard
food
grower,
I
cultivate
groceries
Under
palm
trees,
Jamaican
cold
breeze
Torch
bearer
of
the
game
the
bitch
chose
me
French
bistro
quiche
with
goat
cheese
eating
Feeling
obese
when
I'm
most
fiendish
Reconnecting
with
some
old
demons
Little
to
no
features
we
don't
promote
leaches
Stroke
of
genius
yoked
up
some
new
Adidas
Symbol
of
hope
hold
the
yoke
for
the
vegans
Smoke
anything,
that's
within
the
vicinity
Might
not
fit
the
bill
but
I
hit
the
epitome
The
games
full
of
obstacles
I
chop
them
fools
And
box
them
fools
like
cafeteria
food
Imperial
coup
Copping
brews
from
the
store
Never
lacking
I
recognize
that
dude
from
before
Shoot
from
the
hip
if
the
shoe
fits
I'm
a
wearing
it
Smooth
like
jewels
in
a
new
whip
Pure
bliss
no
words
to
describe
this
Every
year
everything
change
like
a
time
skip
Life
is
neglected
We
play
it
off
but
none
of
us
is
unaffected
Pop
up
to
the
spot
unexpected
Get
a
few
drinks
and
hit
the
exit
Then
reflect
on
the
ride
home
I
made
it
home
alive
that's
a
milestone
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