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Paroles de la chanson Pit Not The Palace par AB (Antonio Brown)
AB
Man, I've been sittin' back waiting for the moment
Man, to see you run down the field again, brother
I told you from day one, this was gon' be a tough move
You made it
You've came through the fire
Be ready to see the light (Ayy)
'Cause the fans ready for you to be back
I'm from the pit not the palace, I'm kinda stylish
Lifestyle lavish
Jump in the coupe with no mileage
Run it, style it
Man, I've been sittin' back waiting for the moment
Man, to see you run down the field again, brother
I told you from day one, this was gon' be a tough move
You made it
You've came through the fire
Be ready to see the light (Ayy)
'Cause the fans ready for you to be back
I'm from the pit not the palace, I'm kinda stylish
Lifestyle lavish
Jump in the coupe with no mileage
Run it, style it
I'm from the pit not the palace
I gotta run it, style it (Ah)
Hit on the gas, make it growl it (Ah)
Jump in the coupe with no mileage
Came from thе struggle
I had to hustle
Get it off thе muscle, this is no tussle
I don't gotta touch you
I get the B, I make it bubble
This is tough
Fresh out the pavement
They bring the pain, I bring the payment
Throw in the hey, this an arraignment
I told you from day one, this was gon' be a tough move
I'm from the pit not the palace, I'm kinda stylish
I gotta run it, style it (Ah)
Hit on the gas, make it growl it (Ah)
Jump in the coupe with no mileage
Came from thе struggle
I had to hustle
Get it off thе muscle, this is no tussle
I don't gotta touch you
I get the B, I make it bubble
This is tough
Fresh out the pavement
They bring the pain, I bring the payment
Throw in the hey, this an arraignment
I told you from day one, this was gon' be a tough move
I'm from the pit not the palace, I'm kinda stylish
Lifestyle lavish
Jump in the coupe with no mileage
Run it, style it
I'm from the pit not the palace
I gotta run it, style it (Ah)
Hit on the gas, make it growl it (Ah)
Jump in the coupe with no mileage
Ayy, AB, man
You having three lil' boys
And God just gave you another son, man
You've been at the game for over a year
You put up big numbers
But you know the greatest number
Is lovin' your four young boys
They look up to you more than anybody else
Keep balling, keep working, but keep being loved
And love the ones that love you
Jump in the coupe with no mileage
Run it, style it
I'm from the pit not the palace
I gotta run it, style it (Ah)
Hit on the gas, make it growl it (Ah)
Jump in the coupe with no mileage
Ayy, AB, man
You having three lil' boys
And God just gave you another son, man
You've been at the game for over a year
You put up big numbers
But you know the greatest number
Is lovin' your four young boys
They look up to you more than anybody else
Keep balling, keep working, but keep being loved
And love the ones that love you
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