Lacrim - Corleone (Remix) lyrics

[Refrain - Lacrim:] Je n'me suis toujours pas repos Je n'me suis toujours pas repos nan [Lacrim:] J'ai fait du bien ils m'ont mordu la main ces fils de pute Ma confiance s'est fait baise, j'avais le cur plus gros qu'le ventre Oui je vais chahed si j'ai le canon sur la tempe Pour avoir la bijouterie j'dormais devant, j'en avais des crampes Roro (roro), lovs (lovs), diamants (diamants) J'voulais tout baiser gros j'ai fait comme toi j'ai regard Scarface Des peines (des peines), des larmes (des larmes), des morts (des morts) On s'est fait la bise, on s'est jur unit pour la vie Mais les vrais amis, entre eux ne comptent pas On s'tait promis, l y'a des contrats Te faire dans ton lit, devant les rents-pa, nan, nan Le biff' nous rend fous, la street bousille les mmes Mais y'a cette putain de Kalash' veut toujours avoir le dernier mot Partout c'est la mme, mon Chevilly-Larue La banlieue toute entire frrot [Refrain] [Young Breed:] Uptown, Double M Black money on it Black Bottle Boy Maybach Music I been in them streets, I been in them Benzes (skurt) I been on the boat with the plot, n***a I'm still in position Body be dropping, we get straight to the business I been in this sh** for a minute, n***a I'm still independent No soul selling, no a bunch of old fellas When you do your thang without telling that's a gold medal (salute) Still got Glock fourty still got that mac eleven Still a bad b**h it been that way since ninety-seven Got the pills, got the white, got the molly n***a When I drop it off, we gon' need a dolly n***a I'm heavy in it, I need every penny To jail back, I ain't never sleeping I rock all my j**els, I'm a f**ing boss Everywhere I go, I told my f**ing... This a f**ing problem, I can see them dollars (see it) Every time I pop a pill, I can feel the power [Refrain] [Billy Blue:] (Lacrim, A.W.A the mafia my n***a MCMG we out here) Prisoners in war we k** 'em all When it came to that biz sh** these n***as know who to call Don't f** around with my dope I ain't there when you wanna stole I have no heart I don't forgive We take you with me how you kiss 'Cause when we come it ain't no game Just know I live for this sh** Lord knows I got enemies I feel sorry for them n***as You say what gon' do to me And I how I love my n***as 'Cause everybody's gangsta 'Till it's time to do some gangsta sh** Throw it up, who you banging with Ain't nobody saying sh** And I like it like this f** you and your feelings, you a b**h n***as ball like this, reckless 'Cause I'm on like this Suicide k**ers anytime I call, I ball like that It's a jungle out here, real talk These n***as get serve like that (like that, like that) With the world like that, what you heard like that Don't talk like that (like that, like that) That's how these p**y n***as I treat get murdered like that Playing with some real k**ers And Lord knows I ride for my n***as [Refrain] [YT Triz:] (It's YT MP BMG sh**, n***a Crime what to do for, YT) Doing numbers like a calculator Rain it up, just ain't paper Two straps like Tomb Raider I read the n***as like the newspapers Still hungry for that blue money n***a keep fool like the fridgerator False n***as tryna take me out But I came back like I'm Terminator Young n***a with that angel soul Take a nine no to keep a nine Whole lot for a little money Selling sh** like BestBuy Never waited on an escort 'Fore I start n***a I'm a stress man On a road, word, wait up Stand praying up like it's game time (swear to God) Roommate with that candle Pull up on you, what's hatnin'? All money like... Throwing play, play... f** n***as can't stand me I don't really understand 'em I ain't really got no memories Shoot a n***a no camera [Rimkus:] On a la dalle mon gros faut tout plier comme les Corleone Discret, eux  chaque pa**e ils crient "ol" Eh, on s'en bat les couilles qui t'es, qui tu connais, sans dconner J'ai pas d'Brinks ni d'tonne  mon actif mais j'ai donn La crave-bi, les braquos, les embrouilles Les petites tarlouses ouais les sans-couilles, j'connais Mme si j'ai pas us les cent douilles, tu t'en doutes Que si tu joues trop poto on va t'couler, soul Par tous ces btards qui bavent sur nous, les Balles pleuvent, wesh les gars, pas d'bluff Ils joueront les fous jusqu'au jour o... Y'a pas d'seufs qui vont nous faire perdre c'qu'on a pill Outills, ils sont venus briser du verre Place Vendme habill Hein, c'est l'appt du gain qui nous a bousills Pour rien a sort le canon sci Toujours le mme de aot  juillet Tu voulais la rue l poto t'y es