Lacrim - London Blues lyrics
LACRIM [Karim Zenoud El Tiguere] Paris, France 🇫🇷
[Lacrim - London Blues lyrics]
All expensive sole, stepping in my shoes
Winners in my circle, how we're gonna lose?
I ain't need that stress, get me a masseuse
They can't fuck with us, if they wanted to
All expensive sole, stepping in my shoes
Winners in my circle, how we're gonna lose?
I ain't need that stress, get me a masseuse
I'm in Paris, they say:
"Oui", I say: "No, Who is she?"
She been talking hell a bad but
She know where I be
In the Stewart on the street
I got ink all on my sleeve
Bet your brothers wanna verse
There's a charge that's a fee
I'm the baker getting dough, all
That money on the phone
All my homies got that crow
Never make me change my tone
I might turn into a ghost
Black, black, moving wow
Who might even let it
Blow, watch your sister, Watch your bro
Bobby Shmurda, week ago
On the boot I hit my goals
Got the fire for you hoes
They couldn't keep up
They haven't got stamina (No no, no no)
Try to get cussed, but my name is not Pamela
They know I'm flashy
They pull out they cameras
Left him in the States, I flew into Canada
They can't fuck with us, if they wanted to
All expensive sole, stepping in my shoes
Winners in my circle, how we're gonna lose?
I ain't need that stress, get me a masseuse
They can't fuck with us, if they wanted to
All expensive sole, steppin' in my shoes
Winners in my circle, how we're gonna lose?
I ain't need that stress, get me a masseuse
J'comprends pas, tu vends
Tu continues à gratter d'la garot
Sur le périph', six heures
La RS est remplie comme dans Blow
J'roule ma bosse, oui, t'es mon gosse
On a mis dix milles dans le sceau
Crois moi qu'un p'tit "tada"
Dans ta mère, C'est bien mieux que des mots
J'veux du biff, mon rebeu, ils vendent
La coke, vroum, vroum, oui, Mon rebeu
Touche au bénef', touche au tit-pe:
Ça fait "vroum, vroum", oui, Mon rebeu
Ça fait "boum, boum" ma beauté, là
T'es comme gratteur à Marbella
T'es dans une école, t'as ramené
Des tonnes, ça fait "boum
Boum" et t'es plus là
Dans mes potes, t'auras pas de casier clean
Ils t'éclatent ta mère sans
Sniffer de lignes
J'suis pas dans un film de Medellín
J'achète ma berline au magasine
Y a tout c'qu'il faut, que
Dieu m'en soit loué
J'habite pas sur les Champs
Pour devenir une salope
Et mon 44 est dans le 4x4 pour les
Bâtards qui veulent nous vendre à la police
Yeah
They can't fuck with us, if they wanted to
All expensive so, steppin' in my shoes
Winners in my circle, how we're gonna lose?
I ain't need that stress, get me a masseuse
They can't fuck with us, if they wanted to
All expensive so, steppin' in my shoes
Winners in my circle, how we're gonna lose?
I ain't need that stress, get me a masseuse