Eh eh eh eh
It's the S
Scoundrel, NI
(Katrina Squad)
(Rooftop)

When it all started, it was about moving forward
Boy, you've got potential, but you won't make them dance
We want to hold the city, we don't listen to what's being said
I listen to my heart and my thoughts, what life has taught me
I'll double three or four times, making the right investments
I know what my eyes have seen, what touched my pair of gloves
It might be a big caliber or all the jewelry at home
I only smoke fucking gold, sometimes I have memory gaps
I fall asleep with a fighter plane, don't worry about the piloting (piloting, nanana)
Four minutes of hostage taking
I don't remember her name but I know she doesn't use her teeth
Minimum four stars, I have yomb and the baladin, oh

Do you get it? I have buddies who took ten years
Do you get it? My finger to all those who neglect
Yesterday was the dech, I had a cheat sheet
An SG then a 'eg and we bring down the fresh

I've sorted out the bad ones, baby, even your pussy has a price, for real
I'm not just going to make noise, for real, be-be-bep, Mayday, Mayday
I've sorted out, even your pussy has a price
I'm not just going to make noise, for real, be-be-bep, Mayday, Mayday

When it all started, we did it for pleasure
But pleasure became profitable, I can't hold the walls anymore
I don't remember her choice but I know she picked up yesterday
She came back today, there's only good stuff her mother
A Glock in the glove box, parked on a delivery spot
At birth it's death waiting, holding above our heads
In the box five boxes of 30, everything we took we sell
There are kids who scare the big ones, everything we don't have we take
Hooded like the PSIG, fuck the minimum wage
Fuck a success of esteem, you know we're here for the money
Fucking up for the dough, so I'm going back on a mission
We don't suffer the pressure, it doesn't affect my sleep, yeah

Do you get it? I have buddies who took ten years
Do you get it? My finger to all those who neglect
Yesterday was the dech, I had a cheat sheet
An SG then a 'eg and we bring down the fresh

I've sorted out the bad ones, baby, even your pussy has a price, for real
I'm not just going to make noise, for real, be-be-bep, Mayday, Mayday
I've sorted out, even your pussy has a price
I'm not just going to make noise, for real, be-be-bep, Mayday, Mayday

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