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letra de dream - french the kid

[chorus]
all of my gs, all of my team makin’ the money, we chasin’ our dream
f-ck all these fiends, droppin’ the shh when i was fifteen, yeah
yeah, tonight be a party, we gettin’ so lean, yeah
yeah, all of my enemies run and retreat
all of my gs, all of my team makin’ the money, we chasin’ our dream
f-ck all these fiends, droppin’ the shh when i was fifteen, yeah
yeah, tonight be a party, we gettin’ so lean, yeah
yeah, all of my enemies run and retreat

[verse 1]
i don’t really f-ck with knives, my guy
but touch my bro once, i’ll dip your bro twice
i can never trust no snitch, you b-tch
should be rollin’ six when i throw that dice
(ess-x, ess-x)
ess-x boy, romford heart where it ain’t so nice
jump in the van, we ain’t got no time
change up the gear, bruh, i see blue lights
devilish voice in my head, turn read
they fled when he saw the death in my eyes
opps get lead cah they chat to the fed
but he move so moist like groupies and wives
lies, lies, make me wanna slap ‘em up with my guys
gypsy ties and them turkish ones
when i wanna go hunt, my boys, yeah, they ride
wanna go hunt, we ride or we die
like, baby, we tried
run a boy down, like, baby, we tried
man get p-ssed cah they don’t take risks
they lost a club fight, front of all of their guys
six against two, that was sam and i
glassed the pr-ck’s head, now he’s got one eye
never been a fan of sonic, but it’s so ironic
that them boy there run so alive
gun dans la main quand mes frères ils arrivent
tu connais la code et c’est pour ça qu’tu hue
four-door ride, blacked outside
diligent, vigilant, froze like ice
get the f-ck out my face ou, mon pote, you’ll get sliced
like, yo, mon frérot, them boy will get diced

[verse 2]
i don’t really care about lies and fibs, bro
f-ck all these ls, i’ma burn that bridge
so many thoughts in my mind
i can never find a nine-to-five that’ll fill that fridge
took so many ls, so many wins, kicked so many ribs
kick in the door, get on the floor
big hammer in my hand when i run through cribs
run the whole maps like trevor
better than ever, we are so real like leather
bro, f-ck them boy and f-ck them nerds
move so harmless like feather
bro, back you bruise
act so loose, you will never touch me, that’s never
bro, back you bruise
act so loose, you will never touch me, that’s never
clap, bang, bang, ba-bang, got no fear, he known to kidnap
so, bro, don’t come near me
chosen one with the golden drum
need money and bolt like o’leary
really, i am so honest, sincerely, clearly
run and retreat when they hear me
made a bond with violence like james
no fames to the name back then, they still feared me
loneliness, jealousy
big ting clap back like a melody
it’s heavenly, a señorita on my lap with the hennessy
backpack’s all black, that’s a felony
dsq on my cap like a remedy
too much energy, smokin’ evergreen with my bros, we forever lean, yeah
i don’t wanna see another snitch or a beeve
let his death be the legacy that i receive
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

- french the kid

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