French The Kid - Thrill lyrics
[French The Kid - Thrill lyrics]
(How's your love life?)
Yo, look
Me and bro might hop out the four
By four, we don't care about low
With the mask and gloves
Young bad boys, we're the realest ones
Got the bad B showin' the whole gang love
Got more drinks than a bartender, G
I can't render when the vodka does
No sleep, fuck up the rave right now
Got the girls all 'round
Tryna feel this buzz
Yo, got the girls all 'round
Tryna feel this wave
Never looked back when I saw that grave
No face, no case if you felt that brave
I can't lack, so I don't take train
And I can't see bro, can you feel this pain?
No stand up on the laughin' one
Tell her laugh off my back
That past in vain
You don't know me, but you know my face
And the whole gang fly like a paper plane
She loves the way I make her feel
Told bro, "Step on the gas, allez"
Blue lights at the back of the car, no way
But she loves the thrill
You don't know me, but you know my face
(You don't know me, but you know my face)
And the whole gang fly like a paper plane
She loves the way I make her feel
Told bro, "Step on the gas, allez"
(Told bro, "Step on the gas, allez")
Blue lights at the back of the car, no way
But she loves the thrill
(But she loves the thrill
But she loves the thrill)
I got English girls and the Irish ones, G
I got more than three times two
Bad girls try show love to the
Crew then back their bumper, shit
They half get rude
And my bro got packs of the zoots
He's wrappin' up food like
He's boxin' shoes
No cap rap, I'm a humble dude, but bro
He gets loose when the opps try move
I got lost in my brain back
Then, had to tame my pen
Now the pad gets fried
Got no time for no vacant friends, I
Don't care about them, for my bros
I'll ride
He got nabbed when he thought
He'd trialed and porky pies
We don't fuck with lies
I'm straight back in my
Feelings 'cause, yeah
I love this buzz 'til the day I die
Et quand mon frère vendait la drogue
Il me disait gros c'est la vie
Je fais que boire
Je fume mes clopes et je
Pense aux belles mélodies
Et je te promets tous mes potes et
Tous mes frères ils m'ont dit
Qu'un jour je ferai le tour du
Monde, pour toute ma clique
Ma famille
You don't know me, but you know my face
And the whole gang fly like a paper plane
She loves the way I make her feel
Told bro, "Step on the gas, allez"
Blue lights at the back of the car, no way
But she loves the thrill
You don't know me, but you know my face
(You don't know me, but you know my face)
And the whole gang fly like a paper plane
She loves the way I make her feel
Told bro, "Step on the gas, allez"
(Told bro, "Step on the gas, allez")
Blue lights at the back of the car, no way
But she loves the thrill
(But she loves the thrill
But she loves the thrill)
But she loves the thrill
Yo, look
Me and bro might hop out the four
By four, we don't care about low
With the mask and gloves
Young bad boys, we're the realest ones
Got the bad B showin' the whole gang love
Got more drinks than a bartender, G
I can't render when the vodka does
No sleep, fuck up the rave right now
Got the girls all 'round
Tryna feel this buzz
Yo, got the girls all 'round
Tryna feel this wave
Never looked back when I saw that grave
No face, no case if you felt that brave
I can't lack, so I don't take train
And I can't see bro, can you feel this pain?
No stand up on the laughin' one
Tell her laugh off my back
That past in vain
You don't know me, but you know my face
And the whole gang fly like a paper plane
She loves the way I make her feel
Told bro, "Step on the gas, allez"
Blue lights at the back of the car, no way
But she loves the thrill
You don't know me, but you know my face
(You don't know me, but you know my face)
And the whole gang fly like a paper plane
She loves the way I make her feel
Told bro, "Step on the gas, allez"
(Told bro, "Step on the gas, allez")
Blue lights at the back of the car, no way
But she loves the thrill
(But she loves the thrill
But she loves the thrill)
I got English girls and the Irish ones, G
I got more than three times two
Bad girls try show love to the
Crew then back their bumper, shit
They half get rude
And my bro got packs of the zoots
He's wrappin' up food like
He's boxin' shoes
No cap rap, I'm a humble dude, but bro
He gets loose when the opps try move
I got lost in my brain back
Then, had to tame my pen
Now the pad gets fried
Got no time for no vacant friends, I
Don't care about them, for my bros
I'll ride
He got nabbed when he thought
He'd trialed and porky pies
We don't fuck with lies
I'm straight back in my
Feelings 'cause, yeah
I love this buzz 'til the day I die
Et quand mon frère vendait la drogue
Il me disait gros c'est la vie
Je fais que boire
Je fume mes clopes et je
Pense aux belles mélodies
Et je te promets tous mes potes et
Tous mes frères ils m'ont dit
Qu'un jour je ferai le tour du
Monde, pour toute ma clique
Ma famille
You don't know me, but you know my face
And the whole gang fly like a paper plane
She loves the way I make her feel
Told bro, "Step on the gas, allez"
Blue lights at the back of the car, no way
But she loves the thrill
You don't know me, but you know my face
(You don't know me, but you know my face)
And the whole gang fly like a paper plane
She loves the way I make her feel
Told bro, "Step on the gas, allez"
(Told bro, "Step on the gas, allez")
Blue lights at the back of the car, no way
But she loves the thrill
(But she loves the thrill
But she loves the thrill)
But she loves the thrill