Paroles de la chanson Pound Of Flesh / Paris Tokyo 2 par Lupe Fiasco
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Paroles de la chanson Pound Of Flesh / Paris Tokyo 2 par Lupe Fiasco
Yeah, wassup?
You know what I’m saying?
Aye
This your beat I’m sorry
But her eyes were so starry
I just had to get some-uhh one up it
Hit the bricks, drop the coins, pick up the shit
Like a pooper scooper even dog shit was once eukanuba
Underdogs of the past can be the shit up in the future
I brush my shoulders off to remove my bazooka
What we doing!? Deck full of spades, hold a mic like Bob Barker
It’s manure if you new tuh (to the) the ways of the lupester
You know what I’m saying?
Aye
This your beat I’m sorry
But her eyes were so starry
I just had to get some-uhh one up it
Hit the bricks, drop the coins, pick up the shit
Like a pooper scooper even dog shit was once eukanuba
Underdogs of the past can be the shit up in the future
I brush my shoulders off to remove my bazooka
What we doing!? Deck full of spades, hold a mic like Bob Barker
It’s manure if you new tuh (to the) the ways of the lupester
The base meaning is I’m a roofer (WOO!) I’m going like fuschia
All I need is a coupe and a princess behind me like King Koopa
If a nigga with me and he black he might shoot ya
And that’s motherfuckin real, even my mother, is fucking, real
Kitchen counter tapping then undercover skills
Your beat is in my bedroom giving head to em
Stretch it out, Stand up and call it leg room
Beat the beat till it’s beet, it’s eggs to em
Then repeat, eat it till it sleep, then wake it up
but then don’t speak to it cuz now it’s like the feds to ‘em
Beats having trouble going to sleep cuz now I’m like Fred to ‘em
And if I could be any meaner our patina was Martin and Gina
All I need is a coupe and a princess behind me like King Koopa
If a nigga with me and he black he might shoot ya
And that’s motherfuckin real, even my mother, is fucking, real
Kitchen counter tapping then undercover skills
Your beat is in my bedroom giving head to em
Stretch it out, Stand up and call it leg room
Beat the beat till it’s beet, it’s eggs to em
Then repeat, eat it till it sleep, then wake it up
but then don’t speak to it cuz now it’s like the feds to ‘em
Beats having trouble going to sleep cuz now I’m like Fred to ‘em
And if I could be any meaner our patina was Martin and Gina
To her I would’ve ran, but now she like Pam
She still want the flow but now I’m like damn
Whisk her away, but I had to scram back to the bullshit scramble to your pulpits
Until the preaching legit beats get weaker the deeper that I get
Damn right she ain’t even get the shaft
I’m just speaking from the tip when the fire gone then I quit
Cellphone still along on the trip so I can speak to the choir from the throne on my ship
And noble or sober or my song nobler, eating with our hands
In the waiter’s is a fan
Shout out to Mike Pharoa keeping paper in my hands
Taylor severed row a master mind Japan
Scott dropped six on a blazer, drop top Aston versus Cobra I’mma race ya
She still want the flow but now I’m like damn
Whisk her away, but I had to scram back to the bullshit scramble to your pulpits
Until the preaching legit beats get weaker the deeper that I get
Damn right she ain’t even get the shaft
I’m just speaking from the tip when the fire gone then I quit
Cellphone still along on the trip so I can speak to the choir from the throne on my ship
And noble or sober or my song nobler, eating with our hands
In the waiter’s is a fan
Shout out to Mike Pharoa keeping paper in my hands
Taylor severed row a master mind Japan
Scott dropped six on a blazer, drop top Aston versus Cobra I’mma race ya
Free Rico, before he do his bid
Gotta a father tatted on him go show em where it is
Black dragon slayer it aint knowin’ what he did
Want everybody in Bull city eating like a pig. Let’s do it
Durk, Mouse, Paris, Keef, Boolu, Dub, Pharris, Drama, Common, Flict, Ye, Chance, Illinois, Lupe
Do it!
Gotta a father tatted on him go show em where it is
Black dragon slayer it aint knowin’ what he did
Want everybody in Bull city eating like a pig. Let’s do it
Durk, Mouse, Paris, Keef, Boolu, Dub, Pharris, Drama, Common, Flict, Ye, Chance, Illinois, Lupe
Do it!
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