Correction Paroles damn Right Pt. 2 par DJ Snake

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Yeah, one-two fleeka, you wanna pop my speakers
Three, two, three, better blow ya momma's teeth out
I chew like I'm pika, then I spit like I'm Nina
Wish you merry Kwanzaa, set fire to my sneakers
One-two fleeka, might need some anesthesia
See me in the bleachers, but I caught up like Anita
Achu like paprika, then I wanna spit like Aretha
You see me? You feel me? You got me? Eureka

What you want? (What you want?)
Everybody knows my name, what you want? (What you want?)
Saying l was talking back just to front (Just to front)
Everybody talkin' sh*t, and they damn right
Damn right, damn right, yeah, damn right
Sayin' plastic on my wrist and they damn right
Damn right, damn right

One-two fleeka, you wanna pop my speakers, yeah
I chеw like I'm pika, then I spit like I'm Nina
Onе, one, one, one-two fleeka
You see me?

One-two fat thighs, some trousers and a black eye
Three, two, three, only say what's up for the wifi
Guess I'm supposed to be grown, this how it feel bone to bone
And I did post, but I'm alone, rich off catfish like petco
Damn right she stole that Bacardi, damn right he drive fake Ferrari
Goddamn it, ain't even a party without you flexing that Murakami
Always late to the mass, show, tell, never ask
Powerade in the flask, wintertime in this counterfeit bag

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