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bella latina - french the kid lyrics

allez*y allez*y allez*y
allez*y allez*y allez*y
moi y met frérot ne difference c’est ? a cause de la jealousie
allez*y allez*y allez*y
allez*y allez*y allez*y
moi y met frérot ne difference c’est ? a cause de la jealousie

friday nights smoke a lo like a cholo
so much white on my seat call me chapo
? mi hermano
? cubano
americano whip up the bando, bella latina danser le tango
americano whip up the bando, bella latina danser le tango, yeah
flying into lane in my rari, shawty, thats a nice b*tch and her car key she federally in my black maserati, ? like moriarty
i am the king of the neverland
peter pan cannot roll with another gang
rubber bands i got flow man i love my gorillas in tutes i got loads f*ck orangutans

kick in the door
get on the floor
back out my ting if you really want more
hammer in my hand got power like thor
f*ck with a knock dem man don’t want war

kick in the door
get on the floor
back out my ting if you really want more
big hammer in my hand got power like thor
hammer in my hand got power like

(french verse)

like fee fi fo fum see ya bro you know that they run
federally known, i ride till i’m done
so they banned me from every club in london
i got drugs and gypsies, bro you’ll get bun
smoke if you try, like smoke in my lungs, yeah

i’m that white but i don’t take sh*t from no one
cause i smoke the sativa, bella latina
sittin on my lap babe roll up the reefa
beefa i know some serious creatures
preacher, just please tell god im a leader

un deux trois quatre
connais la ting ratatatatat
(french verse)

like run a man down in my air force one’s
my brudda i’ll run a man down in my pradas
i got gypsie ties and dem turkish ones
i suggest your mandem run faster
pretty boy pretty boy pretty boy
pretty boy pretty boy who?
send a couple transit vans to your madres gaff bella don’t have a clue
like what, woah, i don’t really know
billie make a million he really gonna blow
cone up the flow its so cold like ratatat i roll with my bros
like, lift the ting up go bow
and i care about dem man i dont care how
rolling through the city be smoking that loud
smoking that green they down robbed for time
i will fight anyone, anytime, anyplace, never really cared about race
yeah i got that strong irish blood up in my face
so anyone that want try me will get paced, get traced
traced, straight to the dirt
big man try beef my team you’ll get hurt
gypsie boys, turkish ones, nigerians that will curse your lungs
i got an english don and he burst that gun
french boy travellers who do dirt for fun
french boy travellers who do dirt for fun

- french the kid lyrics

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