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daniel son (mc) – foreign chauffeur lyrics

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[intro]
you know those ones
i can hear the rain (slidin’)
i do finn on the piano (f-ck you thought it was?)
in the f-cking building
we getting busy
might see me leaning sideways
that vvs sh-t

[daniel son]
the blood run through my cold veins, the city’s so frozen
that lighters produce no flame
coped a bottle of remy and poured the whole thang
hit the subway station and copped the soul train
i make a move in the crisp air, this sh-ts rare
low head, blunt smoke float through the brisk air
six chairs rap table of thieves, pay for trees
loud packs screaming like ric flair (whoooo!)
overseas shipments sat overseas
black beamer holding keys, switch lanes, roll the trees
got the heat below the seat make you go to sleep
my dude filipe down the street, got the dope for cheap
the same cycle, rivals doing sh-t that’s mad spiteful
hopped out the whip and left it idle
chased the root of all evil just for my survival
watched inside a church and seen a pastor drop his bible

[hook]
and they know, that my rise was the story of pain
reminisce with the hooper, now the florida rain
couple years test the speed that the porche can sustain (i’m trying to max it out)
fresh out the fire, i was fortune to flame
x2

[rome streetz]
ducking the long arm of the law in pursuit and more
my dudes shoot, keep blow for you to toot, that’s raw
duece nickle when the low goose of ’94
pour henny on the floor for n-ggas that ain’t here no more
taking deep tokes, in the smoke, i see they ghost
plenty times the reaper almost got me but i stayed afloat
g’s move silence, you f-ck n-ggas is known to boast
pulled toast, strip you like chip n’ dales for work n’ dope
add the math up, and we do the division
it’s the true of living, praise to [?] it’s the new religion
[?] got -ism like don bishop listen
this recital is vital like bible to a christan
keep the rifle in the fire position
you never been on missions, made it home and prayed you forgiven
paranoia eating you, hoping you never see prison
all you n-ggas out here frauding, it’s the sh-t that i’m living

[hook]
and they know, that my rise was the story of pain
reminisce with the hooper, now the florida rain
couple years test the speed that the porche can sustain (i’m trying to max it out)
fresh out the fire, i was fortune the flame
x2



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