dead obies - lil’ $ lyrics
[verse 1: snail]
f-ck a’ec le boy, ou ben call it du junk/ m’en calice, m’a pas v’nir chialer
m’a pas plus donner du f-ck about it, y’ peuvent me croquer!
everybody a tort, baby, c’est ça l’problème
t’as pas l’temps, mon gars prend-le, that’s what momma told me!
i been done, nwigga, been runnin’/ juste check mes jordans
là, check un banlieusard prêt à prendre ça, pis prêt à bâdrer!
là, j’ai mon cheeba, hein! là, j’ai mon king, nwigga!
en plus de ça, j’ai un lil’ dough for the week, mon gars
[bridge: rca]
yup, le stock est dans l’coffre a’ec le premier ministre
j’donne aucun f-ck about yo’ f-ckin’ business
i’mma smoke it all, j’connais pas mes limites (x2)
[verse 2: bear]
can’t you tell that we ‘bout it? 20 bags in my pocket
i drive the same old chevy and do my thing in the projects
you can catch me at td, where b-tches handle my profit
cuz when you see me on tv, that’s mean another deposit
let’s have a toast to the money and f-ckin’ mix it with molly
they they ordered c0ke and bacardi but never had their bacardi’s
cuz them f-ckboys can’t afford to sleep
how the f-ck you think we making moolah er’ry week?
plus i gotta eat…
[hook: yes mccan]
now i got a little money for the week (that’s for the week) (x2)
j’essaye pas de vendre mon soul (no!)
but i need me some mo’ (mo’!)
cuz you know i like them unos on my feet
so tell them hoes
i got a little money for the week (that’s for the week) (x2)
got a head full of woes
handful of foes
i got all those, plus i gotta eat!
[verse 3: 20some]
t’as voulu get ce money right? you bet… sup with that?
opte pour la b-tch pis tombe sur tête, you dead, f-ck was that? hen?
peux pas payer tho, s’ou plaît, j’te le jure, m’a l’avoir tomorrow
bullsh-t, broue dans le toupette, too bad, y’où le bread
‘tend peu, donne-moi donc s’conde
p-sse-moi le phone, anxious to the bone, patience never last long
politesse only, bout du compte, all of that cr-p pour un pile ou face wrong
t’es pas dans ma zone, ha! times are ruff/ sky de londres
ding dong, ding dong, faut pas t’ailles répondre
i mean, tôt ou tard faut que tu sortes de l’ombre… we just
6 dope boys in a cadillac, drift d’une côte, pis t ‘es p-ssé date
hope pour le best ‘till le yable collecte, pray the lord qu’on va t’être correct
on a get that show with a do to spend, all of them hoes wouldn’t understand
look at them foes when i got got got got lil money pour ma s’maine
[hook: yes mccan]
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