Paigey Cakey
London Blues
[Paroles de "London Blues" ft. Paigey Cakey]

[Refrain : Paigey Cakey]
They can't f**k with us, if they wanted to
All expensive sole, stepping in my shoes
Winners in my circle, how we're gonna lose ?
I ain't need that stress, get me a ma**euse
They can't f**k with us, if they wanted to
All expensive sole, stepping in my shoes
Winners in my circle, how we're gonna lose ?
I ain't need that stress, get me a ma**euse

[Couplet 1 : Paigey Cakey]
I'm in Paris, they say : "Oui", I say : "No, who is she?"
She been talking hell a bad but, she know where I be
In the Stewart on the street, I got ink all on my sleeve
Bet your brothers wanna verse, there's a charge that's a fee
I'm the baker getting dough, all that money on the phone, all my homies got that crow
Never make me change my tone, I might turn into a ghost
Black, black, moving wow
Who might even let it blow, watch your sister, watch your bro
Bobby Shmurda, week ago, on the boot I hit my goals
Got the fire for you hoes

[Pont : Paigey Cakey]
They couldn't keep up
They haven't got stamina (No no, no no)
Try to get cussed, but my name is not Pamela
They know I'm flashy, they pull out they cameras
Left him in the States, I flew into Canada

[Refrain : Paigey Cakey]
They can't f**k with us, if they wanted to
All expensive sole, stepping in my shoes
Winners in my circle, how we're gonna lose?
I ain't need that stress, get me a ma**euse
They can't f**k with us, if they wanted to
All expensive sole, steppin' in my shoes
Winners in my circle, how we're gonna lose?
I ain't need that stress, get me a ma**euse
[Couplet 2 : Lacrim]
J'comprends pas, tu vends, tu continues à gratter d'la garot
Sur le périph', six heures, la RS est remplie comme dans Blow
J'roule ma bosse, oui, t'es mon gosse, on a mis dix milles dans le sceau
Crois moi qu'un p't** "tada" dans ta mère, c'est bien mieux que des mots
J'veux du biff, mon rebeu, ils vendent la coke, vroum, vroum, oui, mon rebeu
Touche au bénef', touche au t**-pe : ça fait "vroum, vroum", oui, mon rebeu
Ça fait "boum, boum" ma beauté, là, t'es comme gratteur à Marbella
T'es dans une école, t'as ramené des tonnes, ça fait "boum, boum" et t'es plus là
Dans mes potes, t'auras pas de casier clean, ils t'éclatent ta mère sans sniffer de lignes
J'suis pas dans un film de Medellín, j'achète ma berline au magasine
Y a tout c'qu'il faut, que Dieu m'en soit loué, j'habite pas sur les Champs pour devenir une salope
Et mon .44 est dans le 4x4 pour les bâtards qui veulent nous vendre à la police, yeah

[Refrain : Paigey Cakey]
They can't f**k with us, if they wanted to
All expensive so, steppin' in my shoes
Winners in my circle, how we're gonna lose ?
I ain't need that stress, get me a ma**euse
They can't f**k with us, if they wanted to
All expensive so, steppin' in my shoes
Winners in my circle, how we're gonna lose ?
I ain't need that stress, get me a ma**euse