En été

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Pi’erre Bourne - Rap, Pop Rap

En été

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[Intro] You got to go You need to go You got to go You got to go You got to go (Yeah, yeah) You got to go (Yeah, yeah) You got to go (Yeah, yeah) (Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) Go (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus] Uh, gotta go hard in the paint, Waka Flocka Flame Uh, Queens gettin' the money, charge it to my name Uh, played my cards right, now I'm starting to gain Uh, I was on the benches prayin' for a way Uh, thought you get the money and problems go away Uh, every beat a classic like a Boosie fade Uh, said she want my wood like I'm Duraflame In the summer she comin' to Florida like a hurricane, uh [Verse 1] Uh, Uber all your love in a heartbeat, uh Say she love the dog like I'm Marley Hit her line for some head like a marquee Yeah, still tryna cop some shit like Lori Harvey Uh, yeah, I wonder where my future lies Uh, kush charge me up like my computer died Uh, I can't fail this shit like it's coolie high Uh, pull up to L'ermitage, we in Five-Oh-Five [Chorus] Uh, gotta go hard in the paint, Waka Flocka Flame Uh, Queens gettin' the money, charge it to my name Uh, played my cards right, now I'm starting to gain Uh, I was on the benches prayin' for a way Uh, thought you get the money and problems go away Uh, every beat a classic like a Boosie fade Uh, said she want my wood like I'm Duraflame In the summer she comin' to Florida like a hurricane (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) [Verse 2] Need doses of your love like a medicine Uh, I got old money, I can't stress the end They keep saying she bad news, like it's CNN Uh, I been goin' through it like this a test again Uh, swear these niggas faker than some wrestling Huh, miss you every time you on my bed again Huh, that's why I'm never home to feel your presence then [Chorus] Uh, gotta go hard in the paint, Waka Flocka Flame Uh, Queens gettin' the money, charge it to my name Uh, played my cards right, now I'm starting to gain Uh, I was on the benches prayin' for a way Uh, thought you get the money and problems go away Uh, every beat a classic like a Boosie fade Uh, said she want my wood like I'm Duraflame In the summer she comin' to Florida like a hurricane (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) [Outro] You got to go You need to go You got to go (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) You got to go You got to go You need to go (Go)

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  • Pi’erre Bourne