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Top de canções de iLL Chris
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iLL Chris
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Jay Park
Vocals
Letra
Ill (uh)
Jay Park, yeah
Huh
Stunt on that boy, stunt on that boy
Man, I done told you we solid, my boy
Man, I done told you we run it, my boy
Jump in the cliff, don't follow me, boy
Leather or wood, engine that could
Check out the engine that's under the hood
Might just go pop but we keep in hood
Stuck in my ways, mobbin' around with a couple of blades
Moving with razors but never to shave
Man my whole life I've been under the shade
Feeling like blade, one in the K
Damn, my whole life I've been under the blaze
Guess you can say that I'm ready for smoke
Slicing your neck and I'm coming for throats
Throwing up shots and I'm watching you choke
Killing the game is murder she wrote
Seeing these clowns and I'm watching you float
Getting the bands
Flipping I'm winning, I'm gettin' the bands
We leave the man, fit as Japan
Where did I go, back on my grind
Back in my bag
All in my mind
Fuck with my stats, all about grind
Up in the game, you riding the pine, yeah
Running the game (game)
We not the same (same)
Fuck you, you lame (lame)
They know my name (name)
I don't want fame (fame)
I want the flames (flames)
I want the flames, yeah
Coming for smoke, can you look in my eyes
Crossing my heart, and I'm hopin' to fly
Feelin' like Park, and I'm ready to ride
This is my life, and I'm ready to die
Running the game (game)
We not the same (same)
Fuck you, you lame (lame)
They know my name (name)
I don't want fame (fame)
I want the flames (flames)
I want the flames, yeah
Coming for smoke, can you look in my eyes
Crossing my heart and I'm hoping to fly
Feeling like Park, and I'm ready to ride
This is my life, and I'm ready to die (yeah, look)
Quittin' off for the city (city)
Jay, Chris getting litty (litty)
Fresh prince, I give you jiggy (jiggy)
Couple soju bottles with me (yeah)
We the sensaes of this dojo, we jumping like pogo
Get chicken like pollo
Putting the game in a chokehold
We kings yeah royal get rings, like we frodo (frodo)
Bagging this cash, uh yeah (bagging)
Bagging it up, uh yeah
Never come last, uh yeah
Fucking shit up, yeah
They're sleeping on me
You can crash here on your deathbed
I'm the next level, I'm the best ever
I'm a sect rebel, I get manchegos
I spit death fuego, I'm a ass cuelo
Put a hole in you, like a damn bagel
I'm a detonator, I'm an elevator
I'm going up, homie, see you later
Peace (yeah)
My pass label, uh yeah
They wasn't cutting it, uh yeah
Started the label, uh yeah
Asking me, running shit yeah
Running the game (game)
We not the same (same)
Fuck you, you lame (lame)
They know my name (name)
I don't want fame (fame)
I want the flames (flames)
I want the flames, yeah
Coming for smoke, can you look in my eyes
Crossing my heart, and I'm hoping to fly
Feeling like park, and I'm ready to ride
This is my life and I'm ready to die
Running the game (game)
We not the same (same)
Fuck you, you lame (lame)
They know my name (name)
I don't want fame (fame)
I want the flames (flames)
I want the flames, yeah
Coming for smoke, can you look in my eyes
Crossing my heart, and I'm hoping to fly
Feeling like park, and I'm ready to ride
This is my life and I'm ready to die
Writer(s): Boycold, Jay Park, Ill Chris
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