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Paroles de la chanson From the Trenches par Ninjah Star Society lyrics officiel

From the Trenches est une chanson en Anglais

Yeah
Zilla
Iron Fist
Let me tell y'all a story where I was a youngbull
Ridin' streets of South Philly
West Philly
Ay, yeah
Tell you where I come from
Ay
Ay yo, I come from the trenches
West Philly, Cobbs Creek
Where the killers in bushes, stab victims
Chilly as the fall
Down feather, jacket weather
I'm so cool, posture like a moon's crescent
Celebratin' the win
Boatloads of gin
Crush rappers like candy
Watchin' piranhas swim
I plan to get rich like 50
Move silent
You die trying, if your shit is cast iron
I'm back in my bag
Jay's like Santa Claus
Smuggling grub
I feed the homeless round' malls
Every time I ball
I be shittin' on haters
Facial change
I watch them frontin' from an angle
1980's shit
I'm in my Kangol
Laughing at my oppositions
Watch the bank roll
NSS
So, so fresh
Several wins
Loading bottles on jets, bitch
Came from the bottom
Then I'm headed to the top
Came from the bottom
Then I'm headed to the top
Yo I came from the bottom
Then I'm headed to the top
Came from the bottom
Then I'm headed to the top
Yo I came from the bottom
Then I'm headed to the top
Yo I came from the bottom
Bottom from the bottom
Came from the bottom
Bottom from the bottom
Came from the bottom
Bottom from the bottom
N-S-S
Cave from the bottom
Bottom from the bottom
Life so hard
I might go hard
Beat so hard
The streets go hard
In a graveyard
Lookin' up at the stars
Stomp out the yards
Strong out like guitars
Weed in my jar
Pain in my heart
My shit bump
So I run up the chart
Mind so scarred
OG from the start
My future bright
But I live in the dark
Swerve bout the whip
And I'm here with your bitch
You thought she was loyal
But I make em switch
Sleep with the fish
Leave you dead in a ditch
Need a ice pack
For that shit on my wrist
Make a milli rock
Two step
Hit the road, dog
Tryna rock Balmain's
Get em' sold off
Livin' life in the dirt
Like a road hog
Everybody on my dick
Cause I'm so raw
Yo I came from the bottom
Bottom to the top
Now I came from the bottom
Bottom to the top
And i'm going to the top
What the fuck you gon' do
Going to the top
What the fuck you gon' do
Yo I came from the bottom
Bottom to the top
Now I came from the bottom
Bottom to the top
And i'm going to the top
What the fuck you gon' do
Going to the top
What the fuck you gon' do
Taking niggas all day
To the ICU
Yeah
To the ICU
If I
Really
I really got to
All day
What, you gon' do
What the fuck you gon' do
What the fuck you gon' do
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Reproduction des paroles interdite sans autorisation.
Auteur: John Holmes
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