SUNSTROKE
(Sunstroke on 'em, bitches sunstroke)
Lève le doigt en l'air à ces batards qui disaient qu'on est mahboul
J'ai le p'tit oid qui fait coucou derrière la bouteille de Grey Goose
Dit à ma mère que j'vais les fumer
Tes rappeurs mal autotuné
BM série, séries d'tarés
De quoi te niquer toute en finesse
Font d'la d dans leurs playlists
J'ai ma, ah, dans leurs chéries
J'lève mon re-vé dans l'habitacle
Bisous, kiss, mouah c'est terrible
On s'en tape de ta vida
J'graille l'industrie comme des Lutti
Gros c'est mort ils sont minables
Même pas de quoi gérer leurs broutilles
Igo c'est gore j'tiens les palettes
Tout mes plans sont contre-carré
T'as trop fumer toi t'es pas net
J'pete la te-por comme bleu marine
Akhy on joue pas dans le paraître
Si on veut on éteins ta i-ve
Ça fera juste un te-trai en moins
Un trou du cul rayé sur la liste, han
(Sunstroke on 'em, bitches sunstroke)
Just told my momma i'll be back with some millions and
Easy paper if it's rap, man i was born in it
Keep an eye on you, X-ray vision, through
Gotta count these checks till my fingers blue
Gotta make more papers and make it fast cause they tryna fool me
Superstar, i'm not a rapper surely not a rookie
What's cracking at the lobby low-key, man we shake the city
That energy you feel, one eye open, Illuminati
Everything is on sight, man it's south side
We're walking out the graveyard, then balling outside
I'm playing childishly her pussy, she's from uptown
I got energy in stock man i got mob ties
On sort des bas fonds des bas fonds
L'équipe elle est hemi
Frero c'est la base
J'arrive en 4 Matic, semi-automatique
Ta grande geule on l'aime bien mais écrase
J'suis dans la technique, batard on t'élimine
Drive by en heneni, mon pote c'est la base
Ça deviens une maladie kiker c'est pas la vie
Mais bon je m'en bat les couille tant qu'on les casse
J'tape un p'tit pas de danse c'est pour la fête
(Je m'en bat les Couille)
J'traine pas trop quand ça sent trop la verte
(Ça sent la fouille)
Meilleur que moi zehma arrête de blah
(Toi t'es un fou)
Mon bébé je t'aime tkt c'est sah
(Tu sent la douille)
That nigga Fire rent a park, it's just for his nephews
20 Porsches and some Bm's is what i due to you?
Making money, money maker, while they chase the truth
I turned my shit into a company just with a moves
Ate some candy on the trampoline, i'm childish
Motherfucker, i'm the best, i'm out of reach
Put all my kid dreams in this, bitch please
These are cars that you can't have even in GTA
No we can't speak under the tens i don't sign deal under a mili my friend (Huh)
Target on me i'm the man, major labels calling me, i'm on ten (Huh)
Dizzy, dizzy, dizzy, man, we pull up on stage you see these throwing flames (huh)
Laughing of rappers, they're fans, they're trynna go wild, so i switched on offensive
My demonic mind hopped in hell, nothing is good when they pull out the jail (Skrrt)
They're suck on my energy, well, they owe me something, i said make me mills (Mills)
We're going up ring the bells and even from now i got a story to tell (Hey kids!)
Just remembered the day i was tryna get paper, but where was the help
So i need a thick bitch
Depressed
Easy to get impressed
Big fish
Big space
We're in since we're kids mate
Two steps
Too hot
To turn me off, a fire truck
In the labs
Cooking up
Took her, it was a quick fuck
Lève le doigt en l'air à ces batards qui disaient qu'on est mahboul
J'ai le p'tit oid qui fait coucou derrière la bouteille de Grey Goose
Dit à ma mère que j'vais les fumer
Tes rappeurs mal autotuné
BM série, séries d'tarés
De quoi te niquer toute en finesse
Font d'la d dans leurs playlists
J'ai ma, ah, dans leurs chéries
J'lève mon re-vé dans l'habitacle
Bisous, kiss, mouah c'est terrible
On s'en tape de ta vida
J'graille l'industrie comme des Lutti
Gros c'est mort ils sont minables
Même pas de quoi gérer leurs broutilles
Igo c'est gore j'tiens les palettes
Tout mes plans sont contre-carré
T'as trop fumer toi t'es pas net
J'pete la te-por comme bleu marine
Akhy on joue pas dans le paraître
Si on veut on éteins ta i-ve
Ça fera juste un te-trai en moins
Un trou du cul rayé sur la liste, han
(Sunstroke on 'em, bitches sunstroke)
Just told my momma i'll be back with some millions and
Easy paper if it's rap, man i was born in it
Keep an eye on you, X-ray vision, through
Gotta count these checks till my fingers blue
Gotta make more papers and make it fast cause they tryna fool me
Superstar, i'm not a rapper surely not a rookie
What's cracking at the lobby low-key, man we shake the city
That energy you feel, one eye open, Illuminati
Everything is on sight, man it's south side
We're walking out the graveyard, then balling outside
I'm playing childishly her pussy, she's from uptown
I got energy in stock man i got mob ties
On sort des bas fonds des bas fonds
L'équipe elle est hemi
Frero c'est la base
J'arrive en 4 Matic, semi-automatique
Ta grande geule on l'aime bien mais écrase
J'suis dans la technique, batard on t'élimine
Drive by en heneni, mon pote c'est la base
Ça deviens une maladie kiker c'est pas la vie
Mais bon je m'en bat les couille tant qu'on les casse
J'tape un p'tit pas de danse c'est pour la fête
(Je m'en bat les Couille)
J'traine pas trop quand ça sent trop la verte
(Ça sent la fouille)
Meilleur que moi zehma arrête de blah
(Toi t'es un fou)
Mon bébé je t'aime tkt c'est sah
(Tu sent la douille)
That nigga Fire rent a park, it's just for his nephews
20 Porsches and some Bm's is what i due to you?
Making money, money maker, while they chase the truth
I turned my shit into a company just with a moves
Ate some candy on the trampoline, i'm childish
Motherfucker, i'm the best, i'm out of reach
Put all my kid dreams in this, bitch please
These are cars that you can't have even in GTA
No we can't speak under the tens i don't sign deal under a mili my friend (Huh)
Target on me i'm the man, major labels calling me, i'm on ten (Huh)
Dizzy, dizzy, dizzy, man, we pull up on stage you see these throwing flames (huh)
Laughing of rappers, they're fans, they're trynna go wild, so i switched on offensive
My demonic mind hopped in hell, nothing is good when they pull out the jail (Skrrt)
They're suck on my energy, well, they owe me something, i said make me mills (Mills)
We're going up ring the bells and even from now i got a story to tell (Hey kids!)
Just remembered the day i was tryna get paper, but where was the help
So i need a thick bitch
Depressed
Easy to get impressed
Big fish
Big space
We're in since we're kids mate
Two steps
Too hot
To turn me off, a fire truck
In the labs
Cooking up
Took her, it was a quick fuck
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Writer(s): Issa Aziz
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