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Artiste : Earl Sweatshirt
Titre : Pré
[SK Laflare]
Baby girl, what you want to do?
Hop in this ´Cedes girl
She like where we going to
A new life, new world

Pop that molly, we hard-body
Glocks hot as Kemosabe
He said that he wanted beef
So we fed him hollows and got it popping
Fear and ego is the enemy
You ain´t got to pretend with me.
I need the wool, I´mma skin the sheep
And take the bull, skin it to the meat
You full of shit, we in too deep
I do this, she knew the deet
Like two feet, Flare two time
She wanna kick it like Bruce Lee
Brought you in, I´ll take you out
Ball like Tim then I weighed it out
It´s no work, we sling through droughts
The life of me, I´m just hanging out
Don´t get comfortable and lay on the couch
I don´t wanna see your ass laying down

Pop that pussy, twerk some
Cause most of these bitches work for nothing
Paid your dues, while you´re Paid In Full
I can´t wait to win, you wait to lose
Your mind of a failure, hate rules
When you settle for what you hate to do
I go the extra mile, I´m with the extras
Extended clips shoot through your necklace
Leave you breathless, that tec is restless
Cause All My Children need the best, bitch
I need that Rothschild money, the top is sunny
I seen the light, and you blocked it from me
But I found my way to the top, I´m coming
Cause I smack that bass like a rockstar drummer

[Earl Sweatshirt]
I´m a problem to niggas
Pop artillery, the carbonates with him

Starving to hit ´em, spar with a nigga
Just watch, I´mma kill ´em all in a minute
It´s the ticket-dodging aristocrat
New bitch, whip with the system slaps
Mister slide in and skimp the sack
Nigga hit the function with a pick and ax
My nigga, miss me with the bullshit
Right here, right ear got a Pesto blunt
Why that shit got a young nigga Velcro stuck
Why your bitch go down when the cess go up
Hard as arm services, y´all might have heard of him
Escobarbarian, best call the lawyers up
Bruh, the broad Aryan, know the squad loiterers
Not with the grain and these bitch niggas´ wishes
Dealt with addiction, fell for the bitch with the
Pale butter skin who just packed up and dipped
In the land of the rent-less, stand with my chips

In a stack and a grin, fuck ´em