Erick Arc Elliott - French (Prod. By The Soundmen) | Текст песни

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• Erick Arc Elliott
• French (Prod. By The Soundmen)

Fuck it, yeah!
Rolling through your hood without a G pass
And them boys going bust like they need ass
It's all green dog, got my breeze pass
But the fiends Tim Duncan cause they need glass
Uh, and all these bitches know they need cash
Cause I eat first, niggas better eat last
Cause we ain't scared to fucking let the heat blast
I'm messed up, nigga, assed up!

A ritual to life, a split or two is all we ever do
Ahead of you I got a better view, collecting revenue.
I met a fellow who ingested chemicals and made it so we never move
Except when he grabbed his genitals,
I'm elevating sort of revelation on your pedestal
Probably on the top, I got your method like you ever knew
I compare the better dudes, heavy on my level, too
I'm stuck on the first days, I'm stuck on my level, too
The loiter, the black warrior, the real euphoria
Taste that, don't waste that, the nas formula
I freestyle for this bitch, she's a foreigner
I drag her back to my den and I'm clawing her,
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Then I'm clubbing her, then I'm thuggin' her
Bitch, know I' whiling, bitch know you're styling
Bitch, know I'm styling like styly and 'em styling
Styling cause I'm whiling
Young and I'm violent!
Awesome, playing will of fortune in the....
I hold her jaw some, and let her swim in the endorphins,
And I devour some, it gets exhausting, I toss 'em.
Double cross them, true religion's not and option
And I just got knowledge,
Middle finger fucking whoever is not polished
You just got dollars and I escaped college
Dreams not... zombie prestige, so we gotta keep them trees lit.
You ain't hitting racks till your brain dead
Shawty gassed up, call that bitch Wayne head
Meech told me I ain't gotta talk to him
Nigga lift her up, then he...
Nigga talk to him, make...
Cause the niggas talk... cause they..
We don't give a fuck, niggas do things...

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