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mcrice - goodnight remix lyrics

[intro]
bro, i understand life is hard and sh+t
but sh+t, my n+gga, like
you either gone sit there, and take them f+cking punches
or you gone get the f+ck up, and fight the f+ck back

[verse 1: mc rice]
suce ma queue comme la salope que t’es
et alors t’auras du talent en pera peut+être
pas besoin d’omnitrix pour devenir savage
ramène samad et le micro et c’est le carnage
même mes rimes riment plus que tes sons
ça fait peur comme un bukake avec céline dion
aru enclenché quand la machine entre en marche
comme si freezer débarquait chez les guerriers de l’esp+ce
c’est le r.i.c.e ssj100 sur le beat ma gueule
toi même tu sais, toi même tu saignes, rafales de balles lyricales dans ta gueule
flow rapide ou ralenti ballec tant que je kick
ninja musical 10e dan au bic je débite des high kicks
arts martiaux dans tes tympans, ça tape dans le fond
comme avec ta mère, la track je lui éclate le fion
remix salace de ce bijoux évolution internationale
abattez les frontières, abstraites sont les limites musicales
grosse petra de guedin qui te frappe comme un gredin
pas de phase de catin quand je gratte à coup de 6pac
le mic n’éjac pas pour les gamins
[pre+chorus]
(woo, whoa)
skoodwidit
(whoa, whoa)
ishkood, ishkood
(whoa)
ishkood, ishkood
(woo, whoa, whoa)

[chorus]
whoa, goodnight (sleep)
is a n+gga good, what it look like? (sheesh)
doing anything that i would like (beast)
grinding every night for the good life (yee, yee)
whoa, goodnight (sleep)
is a n+gga good, what it look like? (sheesh)
doing anything that i would like (beast)
grinding every night for the good life (yee, yee)
woah

[verse 2: samad savage]
everybody thought i was deceased, but (freeze up)
now i’m coming back like عيسى (jesus)
like an immigrant, i keep a visa (ease up), never that
now bring on back the beat cause i’ma milk the game like some big ol’ double ds, yup
feel it in my veins, like the blood i never bleed, what?
i could never be cut, only handle hot sh+t
what the f+ck’s a tea cup? (speed up)
i handle bars, now i’m riding til the cycle break
i might go make an idol shake
my vital trait’s a tidal wave
i’m isolated by the way, i hide away
til i create the final stage where i negate
the constant hate, i’m sorry wait
get to a kind of pace the brain don’t know to take
i’m trynna slay illiterate pounds of waste
non+creative haters cannot equate
it’s bombs away, the second they try to face
i won’t let them operate
they’ll find the fate is for me to dominate
i need you to concentrate (woah)
let me know when i’ma stop putting these beats in the burial
i was way too down bad, i was very broke
n+gga was bored, so he flipped like a varial
can’t be a scary hoe, so much material
’cause i heard from both sides like it’s stereo
trynna copy my vibe like it’s karaoke
man of the house, i can carry yo keys
please, i don’t think you understand
i could never starve myself depending on another man
i could be broke one day, on the other hand
disloyal rockstar, i’ma make another band (big facts)
my appeal popping and i’m fresh, no tic tac
bars hard, feel it in your stomach+ that’s a six pack
all my n+ggas really made it happen, y’all just chit chat
had to show my ass, and while it’s out, you can kiss that
[pre+chorus]
(woo, whoa)
skoodwidit
(whoa, whoa)
ishkood, ishkood
(whoa)
ishkood, ishkood
(woo, whoa, whoa)

[outro]
(woo, whoa)
skoodwidit
(whoa, whoa)
ishkood, ishkood
(whoa)
ishkood, ishkood
(woo, whoa, whoa)

- mcrice lyrics

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