Paroles de la chanson In the League par Jay Critch

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Paroles de la chanson In the League par Jay Critch

Hey, Hood Fave'
Talk Money gang, like, you really talk this shit to life
Ayy, uh

The pounds got a balcony, I roll up and sit in the breeze (Phew)
All my brothers bossin' up, it isn't just me (Yeah)
Couple bad apples got cut off of the family tree (Facts)
Rooted in New York, but we extended the branch over seas
She thicker than a tree trunk, I'm tryna start plantin' the seeds (Hey)
She be on one 'cause she seen I got hand full of green

Your pockets tree stump, speak up when you speakin' to me (Speak up)
Feelin' too tall, get him chopped, now he barely two feet (Glaow)
Uh, signed the world up, I made my mark (Signed up)
Put them M's in the GPS and I drove the car
Had to kick some people out the whip, put that shit in park (Fuck out)
Go and ask my mother and my pops how they made a star (Phew, how)
Uh, diamonds on my chest, I got a golden heart (Chest)
My future lookin' bright, even when it fade to dark (Yeah)
Screenshots pictures on my phone that'll break some hearts (Damn)
She been in my DM shootin' more shots than Kalen Clark (Shootin' more shots than Kalen Clark)

You should tell her take it easy (Take it easy)
They could never fill my shoes (Nah), they could never take my seat (Nah)
I've been makin' my own rules like I pay the referee (Yeah)
I grew up on Myrtle Ave (Yeah), I grew up on Floyd Street (Yeah)
Where they do them body bags, where they do them robberies (Drip)
You would be more like me if you seen the shit I seen (If you seen the shit I seen)
And you ain't nothing like me (Nothing like me)
When I was young and dusty (Ayy), I said, "I'm gon' be icy" (Said, "I'm gon' be icy")
Now my diamonds punchin', but, bitch, I grew up fightin' (Bitch, I grew up fightin')
Numbers up, yeah, I'm pricey
Bad bitch, yeah, she feisty (Baddie)

Uh, yeah
She like, "Critch, I love how you do your damn thing" (Hood Fave')
Hood Fave' for presi' and I ain't runnin' no campaign (Hood Fave')
She just want a winner and I'm winnin', so I can't complain (Can't complain)
M's on the way, so I'm stayin' out the damn way (Yeah, the M's)
She stick around 'cause she know it could be any day (Yeah)
Bitches tryna keep on ice like some champagne (Phew)
Ayy, fuck it, then let's go pop some Ace
Ten toes on my feet, Whyomps clean through the damn rain (Real talk)
We'll make it rain a lot of drums and bands, it's like the damn parade (Drip)

Like a billion streams, everything he drop like hand grenades (Bah)
Diamonds kickin', this a black and white Kung Fu Panda rave (Skrrt)
I was overseas, skinny, big titty bitch like anime (Hey)
I was in the Bay and I scored some drank like I be with Klay (Klay)
I got young money like I be with Drake
That's baby face like I be with Ray (Yeah)
Pull off the lot in new V
It's Nico World and I get fly like D
Long live the guys (Nico World)
I done see too many cry, too many "R.I.P."
She pop a couple RP's, she gettin' high like me
Shit, that's fine with me (Wow)
I'm in the palace like the Buckingham and every time I ever took a loss, I got the bucks again (Where you at?)

My old vibes say I'm movin' different, like, 'What's up with him?"
I used to hit, now the bag bigger, we can't fuck again (I'm sorry)
Long as I'm paid, ain't nothing boring to me, uh (Long as I'm paid)
Shorty a freak, told me record while she eat, uh (Okay, ayy)
I'm gettin' buckets like New Orleans CP three (Like New Orleans CP)
Block out the noise like them boys in the league, uh (Hood Fave')

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