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Last day in Brooklyn lyrics
Last day in Brooklyn lyrics
turnover time:2024-12-24 13:10:51
Last day in Brooklyn lyrics

Listen to my joint, get high!

Hello beauty, call me daddy, it's bedtime.

I'm on duty getting juicy in Bed-Stuy.

I could hang you with your pitiful necktie.

I don't give a fuck, guess why?

I found the road to Valhalla, let's drive.

We'll take a break au château de Versailles.

Sippin’ glasses of the best red wines.

Tu rappes en anglais mais t’es français. Well tried.

I’m just picking in my head fresh rhymes.

Let me open blood bags for my French fries.

We all got a bright side. Where’s mine?

No need for mass shooting to headline.

911 is 9 11, weird sign.

Hi! Comment allez-vous? Just fine!

Do you like this creepy Magic School Bus ride?

I'm thirty-six, my flow’s certified.

You should wash your face with spermicide.

I’m gonna try to fly and stay divine

And if I don’t reach Nirvana nevermind.

You’re shakin like a bartender with Parkinson’s disease.

You’ve been waiting for me for thirty years like Bart Simpson’s degrees.

You can rely on me, I'm a scientist,

I got the same haircut as the Lion King

I can hit you with my iron fist

And squeeze you like a giant beast.

You look mesmerized by my Busta Rhymes vibes.

I feel glad when I mess my life up.

Might be mad but the last to line up.

Call me badass, I sat on Bibles.

I’m snakin’ around those Christian apple trees,

Tastin’ a lot of crispy bacon strips,

Rappin over jazz, funk, trap and afro beats

I’m an astronaut on a battleship.

Born in a haunted treehouse,

I wanna die on a mountain milking sea cows?

Hello. Hola. Bonjour. Ni hao.

Do you have a weed stick for my big mouth?

I go green like the Wicked Witch of the West

I got twisted lyrics, take your ticket quick; I request

I’m a mess, I married loneliness so please don’t step on my long penis

My genius shines like Venus, sorry I digress

I’m living an adventure at recess, adult’s life I repress

I might be the best in the game since Wallace Chris’ is dead. Am I dissin? Yes!

From JFK to CDG, my lover's name was Billie Jean

Beware of me I'm really mean, I eat embryos like chili beans

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  • country:France
  • Languages:French, English
  • Genre:Hip-Hop/Rap
  • Wiki:https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hippocampe_Fou
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