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Euro Step

 

Euro Step

(álbum: Pray For Paris - 2020)


Conductor, Conductor, Conductor
Ayo
Flygod

Ayo, rocking a Sacai in the 911 soft-top (Skrrt)
Hopped out, big drum on it, had to sort 'em out (Brr, brr)
Peace, my name's West, but I'm from the East (Ah)
Ayo, the only nigga that got five visions with fire vision
Open your eyes, listen, this our time, Christie's and Fly
Waiting for fly bitches, sipping pain in the rain
Never got wet, this for my niggas that's locked in the cage
Brushing they waves with a chip bag, drive it like Six Flags (Skrrt)
Clothes from Fifth Ave, broke it, I got rich fast
How you figure you niggas iller? You illing, milling, and shilling
Icon, what a wonderful feeling, put holes in your building (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Allah willing, I be touching big bags (Ah)
Goyard leashes on all-red Saint Bernards
Saint Laurents, water whip the coke with the Avian
They be on bullshit, I be on real time
I be out in France with Clovis sipping real wine
Toast to my real niggas that's selling dope still (Ah)

I be sipping real wine, toast to my niggas (Brr)
Toast to my niggas in the field, s (Brr)
Mm-mm-mm, na-na and red wine
Toast to my niggas in the field, selling dope, yeah
To my niggas still in field, selling dope (Ah)

My middle knuckle is bigger than all my knuckles on this hand right here, bruh
You ain't got a scratch on your middle knuckle
You know what I mean? You ain't been through nothing
You never Ain't You never been in the In the crib
With welfare cheese and fried bologna and all that stuff like that for dinner at nighttime, man
Don't come at me with that lil' punk ass shit

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