Paroles officielles de la chanson «What You Want» : Afu-Ra

Compositeurs : Jonathan Cohen, Philippe Ducarre
Auteurs : Afu-Ra
Chanteurs : Afu-Ra
Éditeurs : Music Star Line
Albums :

Paroles officielles de la chanson "What You Want"

Fa la la la la la la la la la la … what you want
Fa la la la la la la la la la la … say what you want
Fa la la la la la la la la la la … what you want
Fa la la la la la la la la la la

Na they feel me in the hood
They feel me in the country
I got a style buck wild I swing you like a monkey
I got that uncut raw my shit funky
Make you feel drunk like you sipping on that monkey
I got something hotter than fire man if you get to close a get burnt
I’ll burn you again

So what you want
Haa what you want
Fa la la la la la la la la la la
So what you want

Rap Olympian, no competition, cause they can’t done
Eat ya little food like it’s champions
Body of the life force wherever they going hear me up
Worldwide the massive going hial me up
From airplane to airplane
From my ink stains to my live shows
I be bigging up my name
I’m 5 KRS’s 3 biggie smalls 2 Tupac 4 Wu tang’s
Nigga’s can, never stress it
To be living la vida loca
Face like I’m in a game of poker
Hold on a ya’ll
I think I got a call from my broker
20 points I went up on my stock
I’m ma fold, aah
What you want, aah
Wanna fly like mike or be getting yo Oprah
Or listen to that real hip hop, I show ya
Dangerous drums that crack the cement
When my shit finish ya gone wish it wasn’t finish
Is Afu-ra da yeah the riggy ranigga’s think I’m doing something
I’m spitting bars

What you want, ah
What you want
Fa la la la la la la la la la la
What you want
What you want, ah
Fa la la la la la la la la la la
What you want

My golden poems
Now let’s behold the
Levitate in ya face like I’m Yoda
A spiritual verse but my make up’s
Bi polar a Taoist Backychann
A rockin roller
Excuse me for a second one time while I roll up
L Kyrical don don dondadondada
Fire fire blaze every we gone mash it up
Fa la la la la la la la la la la
Now we gone mash it up
I back in the game
Even though I never left the game
Hip hop purist form bout to make feel the pain
Words of choice I rap you I you better duck
I gotta flow flying like a javelin
I keep it real with the street but I ain’t street 1 of a kind
Ten mic minds on a beat

What you want, haa
What you want
Yeah … What you want

I’m so obtuse and boisterous
I guess I be this way till I’m grey and old
I so hot I’m cold
From the depths of my abyss
I stand out like a syss
Or a nice pair of tities yeah
With some nipple clips
Nobody yeah can be a freak like me
What you want
Just off the last flight from Dubia
Cause when I fly ha ha I fly
All over the planet with my breath and my music
Next stop Australia
This is how I do this

Fa la la la la la la la la la la
Fa la la la la la la la la la la
What you want
Fa la la la la la la la la la la
Fa la la la la la la la la la la
What you want
What you want

 
 


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