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Paroles de la chanson Olympus par Key lyrics officiel

Olympus est une chanson en Anglais

I can't feel a way
Everybody seem the same can't complain
If you feel the same, you insane
Tryin' to ice out all our wrist, cuz I love it mane
Can't get rich while you worried bout that bitch, hmmm
Can't get rich hanging with them counterfeits, hmmm
I need riches ain't worried bout other shit, hmmm
Make it flip, I ain't worried bout making sense, hmm
Cut em loose
Drop em down, drop em down can't have em round me
Drop it down baby, bitches round here phony
Pull up show you how to make all of the ends
If I drop the pin shawty don't you bring no friends
Call up Nam and for sure he goin make it flip
I just took a sip before lift off and leaned in
U.S. in recession
Don't resus 'em
They goin' need to learn them lessons
They ain't listen to them lectures
Drive by M3, know you seen me
Dreamin' genie, won't stop til you see my will on TV
Ain't no sleep, ain't no sleep for me
I need bands bust, bustin' out my duffle seams
I can't feel a way
Everybody seem the same can't complain
If you feel the same, you insane
Tryin' to ice out all our wrist, cuz I love it mane
Can't get rich while you worried bout that bitch, hmmm
Can't get rich hanging with them counterfeits, hmmm
I need riches ain't worried bout other shit, hmmm
Make it flip, I ain't worried bout making sense, hmm
Two phones don't ring my line don't need no calls
Yellow bitch bounce on my stick so I proceed with caution
Droppin' fo's all in my tea like I'm in Boston
Or in Houston got me I don't even know
Falcon wings, got it comfy
Don't need Benz to roll around in peace
All this speed flyin' high, just come down when I'm sleep
FOG jeans I can't breath, smoke
Lord please, don't you let this handle me
Fuck that clock in shit, I'm out the matrix
Get this bread and get my cousin out the pin from catching cases
Catchin' dubs and catchin' Ms
Life is simp when yo life is like a film
See through my lenses
Real wood grain grippin' vintage
I can't feel a way
Everybody seem the same can't complain
If you feel the same, you insane
Tryin' to ice out all our wrist, cuz I love it mane
Can't get rich while you worried bout that bitch, hmmm
Can't get rich hanging with them counterfeits, hmmm
I need riches ain't worried bout other shit, hmmm
Make it flip, I ain't worried bout making sense, hmm
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Reproduction des paroles interdite sans autorisation.
Auteur: Keylan Anderson
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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