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Interprète Rashad

Paroles de la chanson 32 par Rashad lyrics officiel

32 est une chanson en Anglais

I mix the hustle with the passion the grind it be everlasting
Mixed my heart and my soul with the music and called it activist
Could say I'm passionate
Not really for the weak them waves a heat can make you mad as shit
What the matter is when it falls down you really see who gone matter then
When we talking averages
I'm averaging like 10 assist a game and got some heat for the savages
They call me bully yea I mastered it
Mag on fully til I'm blasting it
Foot on the pedal mashing the gas
I just pray I never crash the bitch
Focused got me scoping know I'm way past average
Ruler of my life since I find out who the master is
I'm smashing it
Fucking the game
And Still my pimping immaculate
Monster, ravaging
Spit yo chick my story fuck around and prolly bag the bitch
Know she wanna taste I'm the cake watch the batter mix
Stacking all this dough I stir bowl before the batter stick

And I don't think they can fuck with us
I don't think they can fuck with me
Nah I don't think they can fuck with us
And I don't think they can fuck with us

You send them niggaz you best beware I'm in top form
I gotta kill 'em this heat ain't for me to keep warm
Embraced my village but still can feel when the heats on
Niggaz better keep going don't you see the heats drawn
Damn Shad the Arsonist I thought that Nigga been gone
Got a wife and kids guess he got em in the end zone hmm,
Must forgot I'm ten toes
Gotta guard the fam, stack this money keep my friends close
If you in the way better gone head and get low
Tryna touch the fam I bust ya head make me flip mode
Know I hate to do it rather see you get your ends though hmm
I'm 32 with plenty end goals
Fore I see my end tho
Gotta see my ends and my kids grow
I can't see the end tho
Eyes on what the present hold
Know this just a gift ho
Eyes on the prize touch a milli fore I'm 6 low
Hooptie to a benzo
Plus sumn for my kinfolk
Gotta let the fam know
Up down left or right I got you either way it go
Niggaz on that bullshit and I don't play the radio
Coming from the far side raised in the S T MO
Yea dark side
Wade Walker park where I caught them pop flies
I been on game since the day we locked eyes
And nothing was the same since the day I almost died
But I mustered up the might to let this fucking light shine
No need to clear the air I just said it's my time
Rock and sock hear us stepping better walk a tight line
Gotta get it for the squad
On the job all time
Where they grind to survive
When I hustle feel alive
Counting money feel a rise
Got my feet up on the clouds while my head to the sky
They been wishing that I drown
I'm just praying that I fly
In the sky

And I don't think they can fuck with us
I don't think they can fuck with us
Nah I don't think they can fuck with us
And I don't think they can fuck with us
Droits parole : paroles officielles sous licence Lyricfind respectant le droit d'auteur.
Reproduction des paroles interdite sans autorisation.
Auteur: Jarred Quarles
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