Junior Bvndo – One Punch Man Lyrics

[Intro]
Woah brrrrr
La BP la BP
J’t’envoie ton t-shirt direct et refait
J’la bois elle retombe sur ma canette
Le brolique vers toi tu vas caner
J’la bois elle retombe sur ma canette
Le brolique vers toi tu vas caner
Fils de, ça rabat les camé
J’ai toute la recharge dans la gamelle
Fils de, j’vais bientôt péter soyez prêt
J’ai fait du cash

[Pont]
J’la bois elle retombe sur ma canette
Le brolique vers toi tu vas caner
Fils de, ça rabat les camé
J’ai toute la recharge dans la gamelle
Fils de, j’vais bientôt péter soyez prêt
J’ai fait du checa j’attendais pas tes prêts
Fils de, les caméras sont là
On est pisté, on va touché le but et sans piston

[Refrain]
Eh j’suis dans ma folie
J’ai senti qu’il fallait du khalis
Eh j’veux la valise
Remplit à rabord de khalis
Eh j’suis dans l’rally
Je suis Saitama face aux ennemies
Eh c’est pas facile
Faut remplir ses che-po pas fouetter
Patate KO j’leur mets des patate KO
Patate KO patate KO j’leur mets des patate KO
Patate KO patate KO j’leur mets des patate KO
Patate KO patate KO j’leur mets des patate KO

[Pont]
J’la bois elle retombe sur ma canette
Le brolique vers toi tu vas caner
Fils de, ça rabat les camé
J’ai toute la recharge dans la gamelle
Fils de, j’vais bientôt péter soyez prêt
J’ai fait du checa j’attendais pas tes prêts
Fils de, les caméras sont là
On est pisté, on va touché le but et sans piston

[Refrain]
Eh j’suis dans ma folie
J’ai senti qu’il fallait du khalis
Eh j’veux la valise
Remplit à rabord de khalis
Eh j’suis dans l’rally
Je serrais ta main face aux ennemies
Eh c’est pas facile
Faut remplir ses che-po pas fouetter
Patate KO j’leur mets des patate KO
Patate KO patate KO j’leur mets des patate KO
Patate KO patate KO j’leur mets des patate KO
Patate KO patate KO j’leur mets des patate KO

[Couplet 1]
J’rentre dans l’arène j’suis comme One Punch Man
J’vais les gué-lar j’vais leurs mettre que des Touchdown
Ils m’lancent des piques ces gars me touchent pas
Et c’est dans ma fonce-dé que j’sors les touche carte
Toi tu ramènes des bitch mais tu les touches pas
Touche pas tes gars sont tous mort
Les victimes de plaignent mes gars sont tous haut
Pah pah tes gars sont tous mort
J’me réveille que pour le montant
Elle m’harcèle elle m’fait perdre mon temps
Toi t’entends mon zebla depuis longtemps
Si nous on prend la fuite y a pas d’clignotant
T’as vu le gamos juju piloté
Tu vois quelqu’un opère tu veux grignoter
Elle même pas vu la sse-lia
Elle a vu la dégaine ses yeux clignote
J’ai des vrais des frais
J’ai des vrais des frais
J’ai des vrais des frais
Devant les fait devant les fait
Devant les fait devant les fait

On nie les fait
On charbonnera jamais pour des pièces
Mais si tu dois du gent-ar
Négro faut qu’tu t’dépêches
Trace ta route y aura pas de maladresse
Tu m’cherches mais tu connais mon adresse
Ils font les bandits ils sont dans l’bendo
Mais askip ils se prennent des patates KO
J’arrive dans l’megué ça devient trop facile
Et dis a tes MC d’ce tenir à carreau
Tiens toi à carreau (bitch)
Bitch tiens toi à carreau (ma negga ma negga)
Quand tu rentres dans l’squad
Quand tu rentres dans l’squad

[Pont]
J’la bois elle retombe sur ma canette
Le brolique vers toi tu vas caner
Fils de, ça rabat les camé
J’ai toute la recharge dans la gamelle
Fils de, j’vais bientôt péter soyez prêt
J’ai fait du checa j’attendais pas tes prêts
Fils de, les caméras sont là
On est pisté, on va touché le but et sans piston

[Refrain]
Eh j’suis dans ma folie
J’ai senti qu’il fallait du khalis
Eh j’veux la valise
Remplit a rabord de khalis
Eh j’suis dans l’rally
Je serrais ta main face aux ennemies
Eh c’est pas facile
Faut remplir ses che-po pas fouetter
Patate KO j’leur mets des patate KO
Patate KO patate KO j’leur mets des patate KO
Patate KO patate KO j’leur mets des patate KO
Patate KO patate KO j’leur mets des patate KO

[Couplet 2]
On veut faire du fric dans la vie
Je sais pas c’est lequel de ces gars qui m’en veut
Miroir montre moi mes amis
Miroir montre moi c’est qui, qui m’en veut
Nous sommes très bons dans la relance
J’attends toujours qu’on me khalas
Ton cœur est sur la balance
J’te connais pas tu veux que j’t’arrange
On rode dans la villes sans stress
Les jaloux me guettent ils veulent que j’fasse défaite
Tes bandits on l’es engraisse
Sans pitié dans le score ça bicrave des quêtes
Elle m’donne son coeur j’lui dis non non
J’ai un brolique j’suis tout l’temps blanc
Ici on fait pas semblant pour du gent-ar j’te laisse en sang
Ici c’est remplit d’acteur elle m’dit j’ai mal j’suis son docteur
Y’a pas be-teu qui l’endoctrine, j’veux plus de gent-ar qu’la directrice
Y a de la solide et de la dur à couper
Après le refrain faudra même plus douter
Eh j’suis l’un des meilleurs d’ma géné’
Eh j’suis l’un des plus jeunes en effet

[Refrain]
Eh j’suis dans ma folie
J’ai senti qu’il fallait du khalis
Eh j’veux la valise
Remplit a rabord de khalis
Eh j’suis dans l’rally
Je serrais ta main face aux ennemies
Eh c’est pas facile
Faut remplir ses che-po pas fouetter
Patate KO j’leur mets des patate KO
Patate KO patate KO j’leur mets des patate KO
Patate KO patate KO j’leur mets des patate KO
Patate KO patate KO j’leur mets des patate KO

Headie One – Kettle Water Lyrics

[Chours]
Nearly f**ked up this whip, too much kettle water
Still gotta trust this whip to go get my kettle watered
Fifty six days in the T house, didn’t get boom, that’s torture
Even the jakes know that’s out of order, cah they just made me lose a fortune
One leather on a tracky and Jordans, come like my costume
You know all the shit that I’ve gone through, now my bezzle watered
Wish I could stop at the nearest BP, get my petrol sorted
On my only stop is the T house, ring-ring, trap, now what’s your order?

[Verse 1]
Fried down Fire In The Booth with Charlie, it was just fire in the T with Charlie
Had to tell the fiend, “shh, stay silent” cah every noise at the door it alarms me
Can’t go through normal charges, either the grub lookin’ at me like part me
Until I’m suttin’ tryna off this green, no cutter do the hustle all in my archies
Done bagged up so much crack, I think I got it all in my arteries
Still go spend this prof’ on waps, aim it straight, treat it like archery
I ain’t ever done grime and grind, still do it daily like Post
I’m whippin’ that bowl, kill it in O, that’s why the govs said significant role

[Chours]
Nearly f**ked up this whip, too much kettle water
Still gotta trust this whip to go get my kettle watered
Fifty six days in the T house, didn’t get boom, that’s torture
Even the jakes know that’s out of order, cah they just made me lose a fortune
One leather on a tracky and Jordans, come like my costume
You know all the shit that I’ve gone through, now my bezzle watered
Wish I could stop at the nearest BP, get my petrol sorted
On my only stop is the T house, ring-ring, trap, now what’s your order?

[Verse 2]
Spent fourteen hours in the T, baggin’ the same grub for a different phones
There’s bread to break for me and bro, he ain’t gotta break bread from a different loaf
I got both opp blocks under pressure, same way I took the presser and did it with both
I’m tryna put a opp boy on a stretcher, talkin’ bout stretchin’, man did it with coke
Bruck down dinger or moped, I got the .38 spins, bro cloned it
Two spin tings deep, we’re rollin’, step and make the whole estate take notice
I was sittin’ in the T with cokeheads, shottin’ to Jenny from the block, not Lopez
This white and brown like my OT line, always left the green last like gold does

[Chours]
Nearly f**ked up this whip, too much kettle water
Still gotta trust this whip to go get my kettle watered
Fifty six days in the T house, didn’t get boom, that’s torture
Even the jakes know that’s out of order, cah they just made me lose a fortune
One leather on a tracky and Jordans, come like my costume
You know all the shit that I’ve gone through, now my bezzle watered
Wish I could stop at the nearest BP, get my petrol sorted
On my only stop is the T house, ring-ring, trap, now what’s your order?

Waka Flocka Flame – Flava Lyrics

[Intro]
I just copped the Benz and the new Porche
I just want the Rollie with the white face
I just put my lawyer on retirement nigga
Cuz i might just have to murk a plaintiff nigga

[Verse 1]
I’m getting money, think I’m new illuminati
All these bitches [?] our bodies
I’m doing Kamikaze in the brand new Mazi
‘fore I wanted diamonds, this shit look like [?]
Teslas all on my younger [?], he buy the [?] , he like fuck the case
We bouta buy the [?], nigga fuck the case
Spraying champagne in her fucking face
She like “Fuck, you’ve got expensive taste”
It came from [?] down in Interstate
Niggas pocket watching, wondering what I made
I keep the party rocking, better guard your face

[Hook]
I just copped the Benz and the new Porche
I just want the Rollie with the white face
I just put my lawyer on retirement nigga
Cuz i might just have to murk a plaintiff nigga
I’m going independent, fuck the majors nigga
Street money, fuck the majors nigga
Still trappin, what you need? I get it [?] nigga
I got elbowed by the Bag, pick your flava nigga

[Verse 2]
I been screaming “Fuck the rap shit”
Your favourite rapper got a fake bitch
I’m doing shows and selling bells at the same time
I’m taking business calls and trapping on the same line
[???] you can meet me at the BP
Diamonds wet like some Fiji, “Flock are you popping? you ain’t dropping CDs”
I blew [?] on wifey, she all walking bliss
I ain’t like them other crap, fuck a living legend
I get 30 racks while walking [???]
Nigga ion get mad, bitch I’m in my bag

[Hook]
I just copped the Benz and the new Porche
I just want the Rollie with the white face
I just put my lawyer on retirement nigga
Cuz i might just have to murk a plaintiff nigga
I’m going independent, fuck the majors nigga
Street money, fuck the majors nigga
Still trappin, what you need? I get it [?] nigga
I got elbowed by the Bag, pick your flava nigga

JEEZY – American Dream lyrics

[Intro]
(Cryin’, cryin’, cryin’)
Ye what’s up (Ye, what’s up)
Road to America baby
[?] make a dream
Ye, ye, ye, ye
Let’s go

[Chorus: Jeezy]
I just want a bag ol’ of money, when I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when I’m counting up that mulla
Scarface, picture living life like a king
Everday eating good with my team (the American Dream)
They said I wouldn’t, but I knew that I would make it
Caught my first pie, yeah I knew that I could bake it
Scarface, picture living life like a king
Everday grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
You either good or you great
You either real or you fake
Let’s watch they spitting the real
Because the real ones relate
Ya’ll niggas was raised by some haters
You niggas go head and hate
Four car garage for the Rari, that bitch came with the estate
That’s why the streets get so tricky, glad I ain’t fall for the bait
So focused and I’m determined to see that sh*t in my face
You niggas go head and face it
Lil bitch ain’t sh*t, mami basic
Hit a lick on them bitches and win an iced out braclet
Never let my flaws and my past come get the best of me
Turn into 250 to a half, I got the recipe
First my President was black, now my President is wack
I ain’t never going broke, what’s American in that

[Chorus: Jeezy]
I just want a bag ol’ of money, when I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when I’m counting up that mulla
Scarface, picture living life like a king
Everday eating good with my team (the American Dream)
They said I wouldn’t, but I knew that I would make it
Caught my first pie, yeah I knew that I could bake it
Scarface, picture living life like a king
Everday grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Got money to make, blow out the candles then cut up the cake
Then I put it on plate, I’m running the game, you running in place
Still a youngin at heart, but mentally, bitch I’m a hundred-and-eight
Like running the late 90s, my niggas is juggling weight
Running from state to state, gunning up ways to safety
I’m on a paper chase, whatever it takes to make me
A millionaire, silly cause how many really get there?
I mean, how many niggas is Jeezy?
Ya’ll make this sh*t sound so easy
Breezy, turn on the TV, see these niggas that trap on the CD
Meanwhile, back home, my niggas sell crack in the BP
Hoping one day they can [beat the?]
Niggas is there on the screen
Cause that’s the American Dream
Now here go the thing, listen
Hysterical screams, coming from mothers that buried their kings
Or the unbearable pain of watching them walk out with the sheriff in chains
Becoming a number, they no longer care bout the name
White folks been getting rich off of cocaine
Through some underhanded methods, I don’t got time to explain
I done fear that I won’t reach ’em in since reaching ain’t my thing
I just drop a gem or two within a few verses I sing
For all my real niggas trapped inside the game
You know that already

[Chorus: Jeezy]
I just want a bag ol’ of money, when I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when I’m counting up that mulla
Scarface, picture living life like a king
Everday eating good with my team (the American Dream)
They said I wouldn’t, but I knew that I would make it
Caught my first pie, yeah I knew that I could bake it
Scarface, picture living life like a king
Everday grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
These streets made for [balling?]
Ten toes ain’t for falling
I hear the world calling
Tell me if you’re all in (tell me if you’re all in)
I gotta eat, I gotta, make money with
I gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on what is known to the traveling man
Set his own, got my bible and my rifle in my hand, oh yeah
I gotta eat, I gotta, make money with
I gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on what is known to the traveling man
Set his own, got my bible and my rifle in my hand, oh yeah

Young Jeezy – American Dream (feat. J. Cole & Kendrick Lamar)

[Intro]
(Cryin’, cryin’, cryin’)
Yeah, what’s up? (Yeah, what’s up?)
Welcome to America baby (uh)
Home of the brave, American Dream (yeah)
Uh, yeah
Let’s go

[Chorus: Jeezy]
I just want a big ol’ bag of money when I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when I’m counting up that mula
Scarface, into living life like a king
Every day eating good with my team (the American Dream)
First they said I wouldn’t, but I knew that I would make it
Copped my first pie, yeah, I knew that I could bake it
Scarface vision, living life like a king
Every day grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
You either good or you great
You either real or you fake
That’s why I stay spitting the real
Because the real ones relate
Y’all must was raised by some haters
You niggas go ‘head and hate
F-F-Four car garage for the ‘Rari, that bitch came with the estate
I swear them streets get so tricky, glad I ain’t fall for the bait
So focused and I’m determined, can see that shit in my face
You niggas go ‘head and face it
Lil bitch, ain’t shit ’bout me basic
Hit a lick on them bitches and win an iced out bracelet
Never let my flaws and my past come get the best of me
Turn a two fifty to a half, I got the recipe
First my President was Black, now my President is wack
I ain’t never going broke, what’s American in that?

[Chorus: Jeezy]
I just want a big ol’ bag of money when I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when I’m counting up that mula
Scarface, into living life like a king
Every day eating good with my team (the American Dream)
First they said I wouldn’t, but I knew that I would make it
Copped my first pie, yeah, I knew that I could bake it
Scarface vision, living life like a king
Every day grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Got money to make, blow out the candles then cut up the cake
Then I put it on plate, I’m running the game, you running in place
Still a youngin’ at heart, but mentally, bitch I’m a hundred-and-eight
Like Pun in the late 90s, my niggas is juggling weight
Running from state to state, gunning up ways to safety
I’m on a paper chase, whatever it takes to make me
A millionaire, silly cause how many really get there?
I mean, how many niggas is Jeezy?
Y’all make this shit sound so easy
Breezy, turn on the TV, see these niggas that trap on the CD
Meanwhile, back home, my niggas sell crack at the BP
Hoping one day they can be the
Niggas is there on the screen
‘Cause that’s the American Dream
Now here go the thing, listen
Hysterical screams, coming from mothers that buried their kings
Or the unbearable pain of watching them walk out with the sheriff in chains
Becoming a number, they no longer care bout the name
White folks been getting rich off of cocaine
Through some underhanded methods, I don’t got time to explain
Out of fear that I won’t reach ’em and since preaching ain’t my thing
I just drop a gem or two within a few verses I sing
For all my real niggas trapped inside the game
You know that already

[Chorus: Jeezy]
I just want a big ol’ bag of money when I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when I’m counting up that mula
Scarface, into living life like a king
Every day eating good with my team (the American Dream)
First they said I wouldn’t, but I knew that I would make it
Copped my first pie, yeah, I knew that I could bake it
Scarface vision, living life like a king
Every day grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
(Yeah yuh)
These streets made for ballin’ (yeah yuh)
Ten toes ain’t for fallin’ (yeah yuh)
I hear the world callin’
Tell me if ya all in (tell me if ya all in)
Look, look, I gotta eat, I gotta, make money with
I gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on what is known to the travelin’ man
Set his own, got my Bible and my rifle in my hand, oh yeah
I gotta eat, I gotta, make money with
I gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on what is known to the travelin’ man
Set his own, got my Bible and my rifle in my hand, oh yeah