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• Artiste: Triple One
• Titre: Panic Force
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Dashboard, rolling through the city he a Badboi Blacked out, redline revving off a matchbox Sirens ringing on meridians of silence Violence, all these fucking kids want is violence Wittiful when I'm tripping on my ball and sack And I ridicule all these devils with my balls intact That's a fact, matter of fact I need Luciani And bodyguards with the biggest bodies ever Protect me from whatever I please And I plead, on my knees Every night by my bed But instead The devil calls me, he's my regular friend Once again, kiss my cheek, then extend And he takes my hand and we go on a bend Not again Take me back, I want to see it from the start Burn the embassy, they hoping on me but no motivation helps They call me little young boy I'll drop and I'll be ya toy Down for whatever ya want But if you drop me, it's done Go hard, I won't tap out Keep the pack out Slip and slap now On my shit, wow Cheap lagers Full lagers More lagers Cigarettes Pina colada Disaster More lagers Pass the cheque Take me back, I want to see it from the start Burn the embassy, they hoping on me but no motivation helps Stalk like a paper route, hoping they drop the ball I've been unstoppable since I became And I dropped out my mother O-bi, swear to god that I love her I'm a hot motherfucker, too hot motherfucker Blue sky mine on your lot motherfucker Sip 40 proof, live apocalypse now Swing double dutch over carrion crowd