Testo Make It Out - French The Kid
Testo della canzone Make It Out (French The Kid), tratta dall'album 808 Beats
Yo, look
Sat in the station, no conversation with broski I just said it was me
H-How the fuck could I live with myself
If my boy was in jail, but he could've been free?
You ain't loyal, G, just post all these quotes 'bout loyalty
Sat there with your gang not half of the man
That I am and that's all on G
Like girl say, "French, you're mean," then back their bumpa to the gasoline
Bro got packs of the loudest weed
I guess we smoke up 'til the packs unseen
Get no sleep, but I'm chasing dreams
Just thinking, "Lord, can you save my team?"
Money like Diego they tell me fuego hasta luego then leave
Touche un de mes frères, je te mets l'engin sur ta tête
J'te promets l'AK47, envoi des balles comme une lettre
Hé, ma belle ne t'inquiète pas, j'suis dans la street, c'est la vie
Elle aime les gangsters, aime les rappeurs et cette belle mélodie
And my brothers are gliding 'round the field
Got this beauty on his hip if they try take him out
She told me she loves the way we live
I'm in the club with all the gang as if we made it out
Touche un de mes frères, je te mets l'engin sur ta tête
J'te promets l'AK47, envoi des balles comme une lettre
Hé, ma belle ne t'inquiète pas, j'suis dans la street, c'est la vie
Elle aime les gangsters, aime les rappeurs et cette belle mélodie
And my brothers are gliding 'round the field
Got this beauty on his hip if they try take him out
She told me she loves the way we live
I'm in the club with all the gang as if we made it out
French on the beat, shit's real on the tune
Back the cup, then straight to the moon G
I get kicked out when I step with the goons
Back it up, don't chat for the news
But I swear shit's changed when I'm out with the views
Bare fake love when I step in the room
Know my ones, yeah, I know who's who to the death with my boys
And they got me too
If I wave my hand like a wand
That's alakazam, that's an opp boy down
Word to Slimz and I feel that, bro
Know that I'm there when they come back 'round
Flashbacks got me turning around
But you can't tell me shit when ya serving the brown
I make a milli' with a stack high ceilie
And I laugh like Philly when I'm back on the ground
Touche un de mes frères, je te mets l'engin sur ta tête
J'te promets l'AK47, envoi des balles comme une lettre
Hé, ma belle ne t'inquiète pas, j'suis dans la street, c'est la vie
Elle aime les gangsters, aime les rappeurs et cette belle mélodie
And my brothers gliding 'round the field
Got this beauty on his hip if they try take him out
She told me she loves the way we live
I'm in the club with all the gang as if we made it out
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Writer(s): Jacob Colcombe, William Corbett
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