Correction Lyrics Dignity by La Fouine

Featuring(s) : Matchstick

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Lyrics

Damn right muhfucka got that gangsta music
Better hold on to your head cause Imma make you lose it
If I make ya clap ya hands then Imma make ya bruise 'em
Cause we got that G-music that you play when your cruisin', huh
And I don't talk much bet your ass I do alot
Got the hood jumpin' from the buildin' to the parkin' lot
Got the feins studderin' aki like I wanna rock
Tell ya what here ya go and now ya coppin' from my block
Got a short fuse and news has the same
Even though a million French bitches screamin' our name
I ain't gon' front nah yea I'm in it for the fame
Break ya jaw easy but my biggest muscle is my brain
Wrote this shit in first class on a eight hour flight
And why we goin' over seas cause our hype is right
I got these crazy ad libs and my doubles tight
Thats why ya rappers get silent when I hold this mic

J’ai pris le mic assis sur mon banc, j’ai vu la misère assise sur mes plans I ride or die for the money
Pour faire l’oseille, j’ai foutu les gants, cagoulé prêt a tirer sur ces gens I ride or die for the money
Les euros, les femmes passent après l’or, car après tout tu peux pas fourrer dehors I ride or die for the money
En G.A.V le silence est d’or, la haine de la cellule, les lyrics se sort You ride or die for the money

J’ai pris le mic’ j’avais la dalle, j’étais fonce-dé au rhum
La justice m’a dit vient voir, j’lui ai dit, va voir niquer ta reum
Et comme le rap n’était pas là, j’ai fait son teum teum clic clic boum
Tu rentres en taule, t’en ressorts en Vincent Mac Doom
Le rap est blindé comme les prom’nades de fleuries
Pour ceux qui rêvent de baiser Halle Berry
J’ai pris le micro, trop dangereux en temps de crise (temps de crise)
Change la matière marron en matière grise (matière grise)
La CC dans la poche arrière et la pétasse sur la banquette arrière
Soudain envie biatch
Speed comme dans Boyz in the Hood
Ma bite sent la menthe car ta meuf kiffe les Hollywood
Ca sert à rien si tu te drogue pas
J’ai d’la bonne elle monte vite comme Didier Drogba
I ride or die for the money. Yeah! Les bitches et les euros c’est ma life chienne
Les poucaves les mithos c’est la tienne, I ride or die for the money

Matchstick keeping the block lit like Christmas Eve
And my guns made outta ice cause they make ya freezy
And I treat ya like hoes so get on ya knees
I heard a muhfuckin' gangsta now ha ha ha
I'm a grimey muhfucker I dont know any better
Lay the pipe to ya sister better yet to ya mother
Mica microphone checka you dont any second
Motherfucker the return of mister body dropper
Yeah ya fuck with this flow while ya fuck with ya ho
By the time you start to shine boy I'll be ready to glow
So lets go I don't need to sensor my shit anymore
I got the shit under control man you already know
Got haters on my dick but its bitches I want to smash
Its funny how they flip they script when I get cash
You poten that weed man I'm poten this hash
And if you wanna battle me boy oh boy you'll get trashed

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