the hotspot - pacmantv, workrate & la f lyrics
[intro: workrate]
ayy, dm1, you’re a madman
nadda, nadda
yo
[verse 1: workrate]
free all my brothers, i miss ’em a lot
i spent my child with drillin’ on opps
we ride on guys with spinners and glock
bro rise up bine, he’s filling him up
i rise up knives, i’m chinging him up
chinging him up, chinging him up (ying that, ying that)
(f*ck the lane, and f*ck the stone, and f*ck the south
they keep singing on us.)
they took low and it broke my heart
got bits of light, got [?], got dark
everyday i tell mum that i sold for her
cah i love her to death and she holds my heart
how can i die to a punk on the roads?
i’ma shoot his bro watch his soul depart
popsy said “that’s just a phase”
so i prayed to allah that this phase has passed
[verse 2: la f]
ayo, dis*moi qu’est*ce qui se passе?
y’a les condés qui ont bloqué la cité
mes frérots il faut que ça passе !
j’envoie bosseur vi*sser les clients
ca fait rager l’équipe dans face
j’envoie le gang rassouvir ma vengeance
j’paie le double s’ils sont efficaces
j’paie le double s’ils sont efficaces
son pote se l’est pris dans la tête
la [?], ils dormiront moins bête
j’dis à **** d’ouvrir la fenêtre
c’est un fake, c’est un putain d’traître
dans mon dos y’a trop de “snakes”
j’veux appuyer sur “escape”
en léger, j’appuie sur la détente
t’inquiètes même pas j’sais me défendre
[verse 3: workrate]
h*llo, it’s me, i caused numerous “section 60”
step with the kori or step with the mindi
i ain’t somali but i’m a mali
cah i been with the malis since 15
let me get biris and hilib no swiss cheese
upti’, lemme get a drop please quickly
gang got bricks from the best rice krispie
i cross that borough and cut that corner
ching that f*cker leave him turn up
me and chingdat violent this order
he nearly died got left with trauma’
4 on 20, the gangs still cheffin’
the [?] nearly died with taste of ***
long nose, 38. jammed on ***
should have brought that 9. that’s a lose aswell
[verse 4: la f]
le client “touch down”
l’ennemi s’fait “gunned down”
les échos, les guns sounds
en prison, le lockdown
nique sa mère toutes ses p*tes
j’suis un boss dans ma “hometown”
30 000€ cash dans une rolex bussdown
big telegram tu connais l’ambiance
j’fais kiffer les clients sous filtré
devant chez moi les yen*clis dansent
j’ai vendu halte à stupéfiants
j’me suis rempli la panse
mes opps font le tour de france
et ma musique fait l’tour de france
bientôt mon pote on mène la danse
[verse 5: workrate & la f]
if you want it then chase it
is all about time and is all by patience
guys ain’t on sh*t, let’s face it
i stay silent till is time for the shavings
et dans ma ville on s’tire dessus
la drogua, le trafic de stup’
et pour s*** pas d’resp*wn
il est bien dead ce fils de p*te
i stabbed *** nearly made him famous
i stabbed *** nearly made him famous
bro shoots bodies and bro shoots faces
dead boy ran on the run like tay*k
j’voulais la vie de rêve j’ai eu la vie de sosa
mais j’suis op, j’vend la cali avec tous mes lossas
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