Titres les plus populaires de Zone 2
Crédits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Zone 2
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Fumez The Engineer
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Kwengface
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L R
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KĄRMĄ
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Trizzac
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Paroles
Two, two, two, come on, Zone 2, plugged in
Shoutout Fumez, shoutout Pressplay
Some gang shit (no)
Hitters (the author, oh, make I free the guy)
Cough (free the guys)
Free all the guys, revive the opps, you know how it gets
Nobody's safe (Fumez The Engineer)
C'mon (DNB) free all the members (choose them all)
They lie on songs, them man ain't on
Come like their battery died
Got them on ropes, but not like tied
L- always takes them long, long strides (he's dashin')
I swear that practice makes perfect
Why do you think that we go on glides? (Why)
The ting gets parked off, not like Hyde
No rollercoaster, I love them rides (I love them)
Like a bad B, I love to ride (I love them)
When we seek, they go and hide
Pull up like "Hi" or they run like "Bye"
I laughed at my cousin, the opps just cried
When we come it's narrow or wide
Us man got way too much pride (we do)
Opp block lurkin', ding-dong scorin'
Truss' me we don't use no guide
Di-di-directions, Waze or Maps
I chinged his chest but Kenz his back
See gang they start to shake, no shack
No cap, this wap cost over a rack
She's on her knees, she came from Hack'
I want them keys, but not like Jack (Jack)
Dem man saw CJ, no relay
He should've just run dem laps (he shoulda ran)
You can get opened like tin
I'm itchin', really tryna turn man Djinn (ah)
I'm really tryna turn man duppy
Load this pumpy and slap at him (pow, pow)
When they get splash, did they use their fins?
RM Sav done gave him a trim (he chinged him)
The opps tryna go for the win
That's not possible, just like Kim (no way)
Yo, Zone 2 step in my Jordan's, my Jordan's, man do it like Nike (oh)
I like them tings all naughty, all naughty, I don't like them nice (come here)
OT trips get marshy, if not then I put my Nike's
On the opp block curb tryna do these patties (they step)
Why these - yutes be so chatty? (Where they at?)
These - yutes a disgrace, but they know their place, us man get crashy (hm)
Tryna chop this light in peace, but, JT's gettin' catty (I love that)
I got a bad B up in my passy, she wanna suck me off, I said "Gladly" (whoo)
See an opp, I can't bear, but to dish that hair
Like my name is Camille and Pape (right now)
I got flake parked off in the T for the drought
But I might bring it out for Corona (might)
This ting says she's into Sosa, I told her "I trap and I whip up yola"
I done brought that pump to your strip, see all of them cut, now I feel like Omar
I'm tryna do this Spanish one, but she told me, "Tu vida es loca" (mad)
63 grams in the crackpot, bark my zoot, then it's back to the trap spot
If an opp boy dies on the strip, and we didn't do that, man, it'd still be a jackpot
My bro just chopped down a brick (still winnin')
Man do it like Mr Miyagi (hm) I done cheffed that yute on a bait ting
Good thing I done brought my gloves and my bally
Fur coat and an all-black trackie, gloves, Air ones and an all-black bally
Rammy on waist and my hands on rammy (splash)
Water, we get splashy, stain TS like string Cherry B's and Maggie
I'm lookin' at my opp boy's vids, and all I see is Cali
Their friends in baggies and my friends happy
They have flashbacks when they jump in cabbies (dickheads)
See us don't run, don't go-go, you're just gonna get your back shot, no homo
The YG's savage and loco, youngest in charge of the borough or postcode
If it ain't Pecks, I don't give a fuck (no way), true say anything go-go (trust me)
Even if it's in-house beef, I don't give two Ts, everything local
Fuck-fuck-fuck the socials, I got it live-O, I ain't makin' no phone calls
My-my guys dem scrummy, not noble
The pagan bitches, they ain't got no balls (no cap)
I need some Gelato chin, deliver that pack like Yodel (shout bro)
The opps dem thought they could beef us, lol
They must have been doin' up snowball (visa)
I still got opps on ends, got opps off ends and opps near Oval (ay)
The 44 kicks like pro-ball, do it real-life, let it blast like Goku (ay)
Do-do-do it real life, let it blast like Goku (ay, bang)
Don't-don't-don't be a friend of a paigon
We bored down Paul for affiliation
Didn't really have confirmation
Now look, he's been booked in as a patient
I'm gonna make it, I just need patience
Lucky - made it with all the shavin' (ah, just lucky)
No cap, thought he was fadin'
Should've faded (should've faded)
Wave it, shave it or shoot it, then go
I'm LR, baby, so she can go low (ay)
Went on the ride, can't bring my phone
So when I don't answer my sweet one knows
Still pull up in a dinger, bam, bam then go
That's facts, so I gotta make that well-known
When I'm out mum prays that I make it home
Know they gotta grip, gotta grab my soul
Yo, who's that? Ching him or boot that
That day saw us jump out, turn Johan
Man can't lack, grip that they know man (ay)
Gyal with a back tryna say how she knows man
Baby, I walk with a stick, I'm an old man (ay)
I'm a savage, I don't know about romance
Remember that day Karma try MJ, smooth Criminal, and he has done him a bad
He got left red, so give him a pad
You don't wanna see me pull up with Max or splash partner, that's RM Sav (ay)
Splash, how many man been splashed (how much?)
They rush when they see us, they know that we're tapped
Mad, Paul got left by his lads, and he got chinged up till he froze, collapsed (ay)
Fumez The Engineer
Writer(s): Karma, Kwengface, L R, Trizzac
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