paroles de chanson 100 Moves - RAFEYE

It's the shade of the finest jewel
I got lighters too
But it's python proof
Ask ye psychic what's been hiding you
It's decided with precision I pursue
It's no flick

I got fire tunes
Got me get that fighter blues
Reckon to be heavy
Steady coming
Slip and slidin through
I got hundred moves
Cannot strike me, lightning proof
Stunnin, dunnin, run into
Gunnin, prolly lotta feud
I got lotta juice
Bring the thunder like I'm Zeus
Got the record spinnin
You'd be ghostin
Now you swing and lose
Babe got lotta bass
Prolly runnin after cash
Now I got her all in check
Stunnin wildin never last

Chap on the game
Swoop on the scene
Purple ocean got it so alone ya mean
What you pull out the hat
Let me put the x on ye math
You be lookin all strapped
Why you frontin on that
Livin up a life
Ain't givin up life
Gonna go strife
Wonder how be heaven like
No need for medicine
Devil be outta sight
I don't give a fuck son
Holla at ye back
No bad man
Trooper to the core
Trooper to the board
Trooper got it done one

I get that braze in the beat
Bring that summer cold breeze
We go raise in defeat
Nike max's got me leanin
It's that pace that I'm coming through
Pour some liquor
Put some bet in
We go heavy
Light the fire
Gun salute

I got fire tunes
Got me get that fighter blues
Reckon to be heavy
Steady coming
Slip and slidin through
I got hundred moves
Cannot strike me, lightning proof
Stunnin, dunnin, run into
Gunnin, prolly lotta feud
I'd be on shining through
Put some more might into
Don't be overstepping
You'd be trapped in
Choose one or two
Played on final clue
It's just one or two
Check on one or two
Pearly gates are waiting
Need a license, lotta que

Check on
Feeling vexed, no pack on
Ye gotta lotta yack
Still wreck on
Riding on the back
I smack on
It's like a Cadillac
With no flap on
Would be bouncin, I step on
Working day and night
Gonna stack on
Feeling like a mack
I get on
Killa on a set
Try to figure out the rats
Then I gonna make a smash
I'd be chillin on the max
You'd be hidden in the past
Like a vet I'd be advanced
Free to look up in the stats
I'd be litty on the
Dro Dro Drop-top that
Lambo-lambo
Let me lay back
With that mando mando
Raffi on the killa mic
Lotta goals getting major
Are you ready ma

Holla at my bredren
No tricks on my lane mane
It's been a long time hussle
No regrets
No jone, let it go
Get out of my zone
This ain't ye own
You ain't capone
Get out ye dome
M*fckers get it all wrong hey