Mister You – OFLM Lyrics
Artist: Mister You
Song: OFLM
On fout la merde
On-on-on on fout la merde
Ça pue l’oseille dans la cave
J’suis pas venu au monde pour toucher la CAF
Ta gueule, je te mets des baffes si tu gaffes
Pourquoi m’inquiéter, dans leur équipe que des caves
J’ai sorti les crocs, se sont mis à miauler
4 ans pour une barrette, 6 mois si t’as violé
Pour voir la vie en rose il m’faut du violet
Versace, Brisa, Lacoste, on est violents
Putain d’merde, c’еst les condés au volant
Tu veux rapper mais t’еs trop lent
Trop laid, l’album arrive, on t’a trollé
C’est la merde et le roi s’est fait détrôner
On fout la merde, p’tite villa, bord d’la mer
On fout la
On fout la merde, p’tite villa, bord d’la mer
On fout la merde
Ils investissent dans l’bois pour cramer des allumettes
Remplissent les gueules de bois et crament tout en boite
Les haineux m’observent avec un fusil à lunettes
Veulent que j’graille des pâtes juste parce que je les épate
J’suis toujours dans les blocs’, j’ai traversé les époques
Chez nous ça clic-rah, tu peux ramener tes potes
Toc, toc, toc, nan nan c’est pas les condés
On fout la merde, p’tite villa, bord d’la mer
On fout la
On fout la merde, p’tite villa, bord d’la mer
On fout la merde
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OFLM Lyrics – English Translation
We do the sh#t
We do we do the sh#t
It stings sorrel in the cellar
I did not come to the world to touch the Caf
Your mouth, I put you baffles if you gaffes
Why worry, in their team as cellars
I released the fangs, set themselves to me
4 years for a bar, 6 months if you raped
To see life in pink it supports me purple
Versace, Brisa, Lacoste, we are violent
f#cking sh#t, it’s the condés driving
You want to relax but you’re too slow
Too ugly, the album arrives, we tollé
It’s sh#t and the king was dethroned
We do the sh#t, p’tite villa, seaside
We do the
We do the sh#t, p’tite villa, seaside
We do the sh#t
They invest in the wood to crame matches
Fill the mouths of wood and crime all in box
The hateful observe me with a glasses rifle
Want me to grade pasta just because I ep’saze them
I’m still in the blocks’, I crossed the eras
At home it clicks, you can bring your friends back
Toc, toc, toc, nan nan it’s not the condés
We do the sh#t, p’tite villa, seaside
We do the
We do the sh#t, p’tite villa, seaside
We do the shit
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Mister You Lyrics – OFLM
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Release Year: 2021