paroles de chanson Alaska (feat. Danny Hatem) - PmBata

You gon make me act up
You don't want no bad luck
You don't want no smoke
Want no
Huhu huhu, asthma
New to the game, bitch
I feel like Alaska
This shit in my blood
That's why I can't donate plasma
You gon make me act up
You don't want no bad luck
You don't want no smoke
Want no
Huhu huhu, asthma
New to the game, bitch
I feel like Alaska
This shit in my blood
That's why I can't donate plasma

Aye, I'll be the same even when I get big
Bitch, I'm congruent, yuh
Make back in double the money I've spent
Loving my new cents
I'm still a nuisance to all of my friends
I keep replaying my music
Inside the car that I wish was a Benz
All of my new shit
'Cause I don't release it, people gone seize it
Bitch you a clone, no Mr. Meeseeks
Leave me alone, credit increasing
Your numbers fall, mm my favorite season
I need no reason to keep this shit going
I do what I do 'cause I'm bored at the moment
I'll fly out to LA, just me and my crew
My circle keep moving like something was loading, aye
If I'm not the one, baby, why was I chosen
I'm rubbing my palms like I'm putting on lotion
I stick to the plan like a muhfuckin' Post-It
I don't take a day off, but I know what I'm getting into
It's probably not gone pay off, but fuck it I'm in too deep now
Thinking about it all the time I never sleep now
Ain't no plan b, can't count on a rebound

You gon make me act up
You don't want no bad luck
You don't want no smoke
Want no
Huhu huhu, asthma
New to the game, bitch
I feel like Alaska
This shit in my blood
That's why I can't donate plasma
You gon make me act up
You don't want no bad luck
You don't want no smoke
Want no
Huhu huhu, asthma
New to the game, bitch
I feel like Alaska
This shit in my blood
That's why I can't donate plasma

Aye, do she love me, do she love me not
Nah, she just like when I say "Pm" right before my songs
Nah, she just like when I post pictures of my fucking jaw
Now she crossing lines like she did a shitty parking job, aye
I keep getting rapper-zoned
Kill the beat, the casket closed
Oh, you gon stab me in my back?
Homie, leave my back alone
I'm not used to acting grown
Acting way too radical
They said "Pm, tone it down"
Leave a message at the tone
Let muhfucka try to come at me sideways
Imma pour a box of nails at the curb of this driveway
Then I'll DDoS the IP that I got from their myspace
"Who the fuck use myspace?"
I don't know, but I'm irate
I'm chilling
Spending my schillings to lift up my ceiling
'Cause I raise the roof when I walk in the building
I'm not even tall, I'm only like 5'10"ish
But y'all looking up to me, this shit fulfilling

You don't want no bad luck
You don't want no smoke
Want no
Huhu huhu, asthma
New to the game, bitch
I feel like Alaska
This shit in my blood
That's why I can't donate plasma
You gon make me act up
You don't want no bad luck
You don't want no smoke
Want no
Huhu huhu, asthma
New to the game, bitch
I feel like Alaska
This shit in my blood
That's why I can't donate plasma

I'm lit all summer in this bitch too
Hands up, empty out the register, my rents due
I gotta do what I gotta do just go get through
So cold I be getting dome in an igloo
So cold I be getting dome in an igloo
Dome in an ig-, do-do-dome in an igloo
Froze on my wrist too
Hoes on my dick, my bio say I'm 6'2"
Aye, this how Imma flow, uh
Bu budaday hub budaday hub buda bu budaday hub budaday hub buda
Fuck wit the gang, fuck out the way
Oh, you got something to say? Gun in ya face
Run with the drum just in case
Punks wanna spray
But I kinda love when they hate Hatem
It cancels out itself, I'm selling out shows
You selling your soul, so suck my dick
That was my first take, bitch