paroles de chanson Shots - Tax

Man said he'll do suttin when he sees me I won't hold my breath
Cah I know a couple man that know you bro, that's a very big stretch
You was all hand bags, bad mind yout you aint ever been bless
Never had a waste man getting me vex, I do my ting I deliver with tek

012 Spun man I was really on sets
Man kno my ting, got the realer respect
Went gym, got hench, I was really on reps
Did work, lost gains, but its bout steps

Bare wass and that, but I can't hear no facts in ya
Million threats
Dem man spend pees on a million a skets
Ain't made one tenth of a million yet

I told Rampz lets make dese M's
10 Racks 1 show that's making sense
Listen up close when I lay these gems
Can't share no zut with pagan men

Can't bare not yutes with aimless gyal
You ain't done no work how you taking 10
I don't know about you, but I run my lane
Dem likkle man der can't play with them

Don't ask me I don't know these guys
I Don't think mans live with his 2 likkle rhymes
You was really online, I was really outside
You're a keyboard guy, no keys on fly

I'm from back day
Had sets on base
Can't compare me with these new school brehs
No circumstance, won't see me change
No bad energy can't turn me snake

They like rah where the tax been g
I'm back for me I'm back for p n that's balance
I got a rasta uncs he likes chalice
He said fuck them man they're all malice

He said lift up ya frequency
The ganja tings live but mix it with salad
I saw pussy'ole rick that day
I had 5 that day I beat him madder

You won't clap at breh with shots
3 Man up in the rave with shots
Bare gas talk man said he send shots
Tink man sipped on too many shots

You ain't gonna clap at breh with shots
3 Man up in the rave with shots
Bare gas talk man said he send shots
Tink man sipped on too many too many

See that guy really couldn't be my guy
Cause he stunts but he's way too brass in the winter
And that gal could never be wife
Cause she's buff does but too much for the insta
Man are putting mad names on weed
It ain't making sense man the games all mixed up
I got this pack and I'm calling it puff
Cause it came form south n the hairs all ginger

You're jus a regular g ya not grease
I'm not a regular g i'm top 3
Wait who's petting the scene to stop me
How you bunnin on rice and not weed

Man rap but I see eyes ya not deep
Don't gas, ya aint bringing the vibe ya too weak
Ya don't lead the ting ya too sheep
I might the leave strip I'm still east

But I Lean with it
No cups wit zans or lean in it
Just a east end boy with a g lyric
And 23 OGs that i'm scheming with
I used to buck one ting by vauxhall bridge
The congestion ting I weren't feeling it
Fuck dat im appealing
If I see a east side mana wheeling it