paroles de chanson Mind Games - Vector

Mm, mm
(Mali!)
Let's get it, vibe
Let's get it, vibe

Look, I get pissed thinking about the
Situation no one else is really thinking about
So, it seems
'Cause people no really like to dey ginger
When I dey hell fire, killer instinct
Spitting syndicate, bubble up more hits
But this time, me, I'm proud having an odd meat
Based on the real matters arising

Around me, enticing situations like the concrete
I mean, e be like say the way they build the thing
Hardness na follow come
Back skin, backpack full, the hunching ultradom
Leaning at the spine crack
Straight to the emergency room, hmm
Doctor said, "You might need a donor, son" (donor, son)

Ò wú wó, wé lé gbé (wé lé gbé)
Ò wú what? È mí gbé

Pass it on down to the sons
'Til they relate, then, we pass it down to the daughter
Then, the sons jubilate
That their daddy put the message in a song to relate
With the knowledgable people, you get holidays in
Simple meditating the riddles that I embody on a norm

I mean, I can afford to parry on
That will be all the attention that'll pay to anything dumb (dumb)
I'm fucking sick with it, stacked a few bricks with it
I'm shine with my aura
Y'all rappers are too dim with it, dim with it

God gave me shine to begin winning
Ladies wanna rock the lamp, hopefully, I go gene with it
Grant three wishes when I'm pleasing you
You don't clear the bush, it's fine
My zodiac is canum-lining

Ahn-ahn, five, one, who are they beating?
Ha-ha-ha-ha