Paroles de la chanson Last Man Standing par Trillary Banks

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Paroles de la chanson Last Man Standing par Trillary Banks

Any two block is (block is...)
Mad, get mad (get mad, get...)
Yeah, you know that (you know that...)
Throw with the stainless (stainless, stainless...)
Any, any two block is real 'round here
Gyal get mad, get pure 'round here
Yeah, you know the deal 'round here
Nigga throw with the stainless steel
Guess who's back with a bang
Pull up, "Pah, pah" anywhere, any man
Real hot gyal ting when I step with the gang
Got talk on the net, real life, hella brand
Me nuh love talk too much (you see it)
Don't mix my name with sh- (you see it)
Dem gyal love talk breeze, breeze

Love act bad but they could never be it
Now I got 'nuff snakes comin' out of the woodworks
Huh, like I ain't on footwork
Soon as I rise my ting everybody switch up
Before you cross me you should look first
Cah I ain't no idiot gyal
Coulda never war with that idiot gyal
Watch myself, mi nuh pree no gyal
In this rap ting I don't see no gyal that could match me
So don't mix me, been out here long time
No dixi see me in Brixton
Like Rixie, or shellin' at a show like chippie
Flow so skimpy, influencer so sickly
Tough like my hair, so picky, still
Don't change the fact them gyal on my sons, unwanted, pick me

Gyal stand up, are you wid me?
Step in a dance, get shot down quickly
Shellin' out a ting, new nickname, Litney
'Cause he love the crack like Whitney
Baby hit me one more time, no Britney
You wanna go down under like Sydney
I ain't no waiter, you ain't gotta tip me
Load up the sh-, two shells in your kidney (rah!)
I'll be the last one standin'
Don't lie, you all woulda banged him
You ain't ready for what Trills got landin'
None of my ops ain't got talk on the landin'
It's Trillary Banks, bitch!
Laughin' all the way to bank, bitch
Bad up the scene like a bandit
My time to shine, God planned it, huh
.44 big like the bars that I spit
And everybody know that my bras are legit

Trilly come through, crash carn' on a bitch
Any one of them me have cum pon mi hip
No wastegyal, only star on mi ship
Badder than who? Haffi pardon a bit ('scuse me)
Everyting locked off, I fi pardon the strip
Used to move work, can't pull for a tick, like
Where the money then, my youth?
I know any you cyaan drown my zute
Cyaan walk a mile in my high-heel boots
Real hot, gyal pull up in her drop-top Coop'
Banks come through, every ting done
Gyal get bun when I drown my gun
You might win some but you just lost one
And I rep L.C. never beg London, it's real
You know the deal, stainless steel
Gyal get peeled, where I come from we don't share no meals
It's a dog-eat-dog world, 'nuff man get killed

Rum get's spilled, Henny on the rocks, yeah I like it chilled
Never got met, my girl got Trilled
If I make it, tell her live, you haffi grow, I'm built
Naw stuck 'til I make them meals
Any two block is, block is...
Mad, get mad, get mad...
Yeah, you know the deal 'round here
Niggas roll with the stainless steel 'round here
Any, any two block is real 'round here
Gyal get mad, get pure 'round here
Yeah, you know the deal 'round here
Niggas roll with the stainless steel (rah!)
I'll be the last one standin'
Don't lie, you all woulda banged him
You ain't ready for what Trills got landin'
None of my ops ain't got talk on the landin'

It's Trillary Banks, bitch!
Laughin' all the way to bank, bitch
Bad up the scene like a bandit
My time to shine, God planned it, huh
I'll be the last one standin'
Don't lie, you all woulda banged him
You ain't ready for what Trills got landin'
None of my ops ain't got talk on the landin'
It's Trillary Banks, bitch!
Laughin' all the way to bank, bitch
Bad up the scene like a bandit
My time to shine, God planned it (Shadow on the beat, shadow on the beat...)

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