London Blues

Lyrics

[Paroles de "London Blues" ft. Paigey Cakey] [Refrain : Paigey Cakey] They can't fuck with us, if they wanted to All expensive sole, stepping in my shoes Winners in my circle, how we gonna lose ? I ain't need that stress, get me a masseuse They can't fuck with us, if they wanted to All expensive sole, stepping in my shoes Winners in my circle, how we gonna lose ? I ain't need that stress, get me a masseuse [Couplet 1 : Paigey Cakey] I'm in Paris, they say : "Oui", I say : "No, who is she?" She been talking hella bad, but she know where I be In the Stewart on the street, I got ink all on my sleeve Bet your brothers wanna verse, there's a charge, there's a fee I'm the baker getting dough, all that money on the phone, all my homies got that crow Never make me change my tone, I might turn into a ghost Blaka, blaka, moving wow Who might even let it blow, watch your sister, watch your bro Bobby Shmurda, week ago, on the boot I hit my goals Got the fire for you hoes [Pont : Paigey Cakey] They couldn't keep up They haven't got stamina (No no, no no) Try to get cussed, but my name is not Pamela They know I'm flashy, they pull out they cameras Left him in the States, I flew into Canada [Refrain : Paigey Cakey] They can't fuck with us, if they wanted to All expensive sole, stepping in my shoes Winners in my circle, how we gonna lose? I ain't need that stress, get me a masseuse They can't fuck with us, if they wanted to All expensive sole, steppin' in my shoes Winners in my circle, how we gonna lose? I ain't need that stress, get me a masseuse [Couplet 2 : Lacrim] J'comprends pas, tu vends, tu continues � gratter d'la garot Sur le p�riph', six heures, la RS est remplie comme dans Blow J'roule ma bosse, oui, t'es mon gosse, on a mis dix milles dans le sceau Crois moi qu'un p'tit "tada" dans ta m�re, c'est bien mieux que des mots J'veux du biff, mon rebeu, ils vendent la coke, vroum, vroum, oui, mon rebeu Touche au b�nef', touche au tit-pe : �a fait "vroum, vroum", oui, mon rebeu �a fait "boum, boum" ma beaut�, l�, t'es comme gratteur � Marbella T'es dans une �cole, t'as ramen� des tonnes, �a fait "boum, boum" et t'es plus l� Dans mes potes, t'auras pas de casier clean, ils t'�clatent ta m�re sans sniffer de lignes J'suis pas dans un film de Medell�n, j'ach�te ma berline au magasine Y a tout c'qu'il faut, que Dieu m'en soit lou�, j'habite pas sur les Champs pour devenir une salope Et mon .44 est dans le 4x4 pour les b�tards qui veulent nous vendre � la police, yeah [Refrain : Paigey Cakey] They can't fuck with us, if they wanted to All expensive so, steppin' in my shoes Winners in my circle, how we gonna lose ? I ain't need that stress, get me a masseuse They can't fuck with us, if they wanted to All expensive so, steppin' in my shoes Winners in my circle, how we gonna lose ? I ain't need that stress, get me a masseuse