Testo Thrill - French The Kid
Testo della canzone Thrill (French The Kid), tratta dall'album Heavy Workout Rap Bangers
(How's your real love life?)
Yo, look
Me and bro might hop out the four-by-four
We don't care about law with the mask and gloves
Young bad boys, we the realest ones
Got the bad B showin' the whole gang love
Got more drinks than a bartender
G, I can't render when the vodka does
No sleep, fuck up the rave right now
Got the girls all 'round tryna feel this buzz
Yo, got the girls all 'round tryna feel this wave
Never looked back when I saw that grave
No face no case if you felt that brave
I can't lack, so I don't take train
And I can't see bro, can you feel this pain?
No stand up on the laughin' ones
Tell her laugh with my back, that past in vain
You don't know me, but you know my face
And the whole gang fly like a paper plane
She loves the way I make her feel
Told bro, "Step on the gas, allez"
Blue lights at the back of the car, no way
But she loves the thrill
You don't know me, but you know my face
(You don't know me, but you know my face)
And the whole gang fly like a paper plane
She loves the way I make her feel
Told bro, "Step on the gas, allez"
(Told bro, "Step on the gas, allez")
Blue lights at the back of the car, no way
But she loves the thrill (she loves the thrill, she loves the thrill)
I got English girls and the Irish ones
G, I got more than 3 times 2
Bad girls try show love to the crew
Then back their bumper, shake them off, get rude
And my bro got packs of the zoots
He's wrappin' up food like his boxin' shoes
No cap rap, I'm a humble dude
But broski gets loose when the opps try move
I got lost in my brain back then
Had to tame my pen now the pad gets fried
Got no time for no vacant friends
I don't care about them, for my bros, I'll ride
He got nabbed when he thought he'd trialed
And porky pies, I don't fuck with lies
I'm straight back in my feelings
'Cause, yeah, I love this buzz 'til the day I die
Et quand mon frère vendait la drogue, il me disait gros, c'est la vie
Je fais que boire, je fume mes clopes et je pense aux belles mélodies
Et je te promets tous mes potes et tous mes frères ils m'ont dit
Qu'un jour je ferais le tour du monde, pour toute ma clique, ma famille
You don't know me, but you know my face
And the whole gang fly like a paper plane
She loves the way I make her feel
Told bro, "Step on the gas, allez"
Blue lights at the back of the car, no way
But she loves the thrill
You don't know me, but you know my face
(You don't know me, but you know my face)
And the whole gang fly like a paper plane
She loves the way I make her feel
Told bro, "Step on the gas, allez"
(Told bro, "Step on the gas, allez")
Blue lights at the back of the car, no way
But she loves the thrill (she loves the thrill, she loves the thrill)
But she loves the thrill
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Writer(s): Jacob Colcombe, William Corbett
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