Eh, eh
6.9.1
Attends, attends, attends, laisse-moi faire
Yo, Lucas, this is nasty
Six, nine, one, eh
La fusée, la fusée (Ah, ah)
Eh, laisse-moi essayer mon pote
Brr, brr
Bullet, bullet, bullet
Non stop, that's the way that I live my life
Should I pick my gun, should I pick my knife
Gotta catch my man 300 times
I've been through the pain and I've been through the life
Yo, can't you see my fuckin' eyes?
Yo, can't you see my fuckin' eye?
Like I've been ripped by this fuckin' life
I don't need the bitch, man, I need the wife
Been in the battlefield all my life, and it's depressing
Gotta catch him, it's obsessing, gotta teach my man a lesson
I beg man give me a second, ay yo tell me what you reckon
I'm making P's from music right now, I can't sleep on my blessings (what's good, what's good)
I've been to war with all of my hood, even though
I never touched that bitch, got S' mother shook
I gotta make that understood
We'll never be good in my book
Fuck T*, he's a pussy
Fuck S*, he's a mook
Send my YGs clear him up
Non stop, that's the way that I live my life
Should I pick my gun, should I pick my knife
Gotta catch my man 300 times
I've been through the pain and I've been through the life
Yo, can't you see my fuckin' eyes?
Yo, can't you see my fuckin' eye?
Like I've been ripped by this fuckin' life
I don't need the bitch, man, I need the wife
Non stop, that's the way that I live my life
Should I pick my gun, should I pick my knife
Gotta catch my man 300 times
I've been through the pain and I've been through the life
Yo, can't you see my fuckin' eyes?
Yo, can't you see my fuckin' eye?
Like I've been ripped by this fuckin' life
I don't need the bitch, man, I need the wife
La fusée, la fusée
La fumée, la fumée
Villeurbanne, Villeurbanne
Non stop
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