Lay Down - Floris, Ian

Ay, lay down

Ay, lay down

Ay, lay down

Lay down

Ay, lay down

Ay, lay down

Yeah, Yeah

Ey, yo Robi, charge 'em up

Un preț n-am

Ăștia vor un Merțan

Le fut pizdele când ăștia flexează un handgun

Spune Rihanna, știi piesa aia cu «man down»?

Am șase zile fără somn, urmează înc-un breakdown

Negrotei ca-n Cape Town

Rapperii-s copii pe lângă ai mei, și-ăsta nu-i playground

Fut o târfă, se uită-n pernă, ăsta-i un facepalm

Miros fraieri de la distanță, zici că-s un greyhound

Vrei beef cu mine-ți iei palmă, un fel de lay down

Lay down

Lay down, lay down, lay down

Lay down, lay down, lay down

Lay down, lay down, lay down

Trei camere-n casă, lângă o pizdă bună

Patru linii în tavă, trag de o săptămână

Umblă cu briceagu', da' știi că nu-i pulă

Pariu că te bat cu tot cu glocku-n mână?

Dacă fut o fană nu-i iau limba-n gură

Când mă urc pe scenă văd lume cum urlă

Umblu-n festivale, ai banu' într-o lună

Șase dimineața la procuratură

Mă combin c-o târfă twin flames

Țara-ntreagă mă crede un leak chase

Mai joacă târfo, you gotta switch games

N-o să existe la mine switch lanes

Nu mă schimb niciodată, no switch ways

Comentează boschetare these days

Un preț n-am

Ăștia vor un Merțan

Le fut pizdele când ăștia flexează un handgun

Spune Rihanna, știi piesa aia cu «man down»?

Am șase zile fără somn, urmează înc-un breakdown

Negrotei ca-n Cape Town

Rapperii-s copii pe lângă ai mei, și-ăsta nu-i playground

Fut o târfă, se uită-n pernă, ăsta-i un facepalm

Miros fraieri de la distanță, zici că-s un greyhound

Vrei beef cu mine-ți iei palmă, un fel de lay down

Ăștia flexează designer, dau banii pe țoale

Am într-o tavă pe masă tot outfit-ul lor din cap până-n picioare

Nu mai am stare, chem o gustare

Versace la ochi că mă feresc de soare

Două străine vor o programare

Casting de dame, linii cu lame

Am la săgeți, nu ratez, parcă-s Cupidon

Linii pe telefon, X6, Eleron

Fac pe nebunu', în fața mea un pion

Merg cu grămada în spate, brigada

Îți spargem arcada și nu ne ia garda

Trafic în stradă, te lasă petarda

Îi place zăpada, ne consumă arta

Un preț n-am

Ăștia vor un Merțan

Le fut pizdele când ăștia flexează un handgun

Spune Rihanna, știi piesa aia cu «man down»?

Am șase zile fără somn, urmează inc-un breakdown

Negrotei ca-n Cape Town

Rapperii-s copii pe lângă ai mei, și-ăsta nu-i playground

Fut o târfă, se uita-n pernă, ăsta-i un facepalm

Miros fraieri de la distanță, zici că-s un greyhound

Vrei beef cu mine-ți iei palmă, un fel de lay down

Ay, lay down

Ay, lay down

Ay, lay down

Lay down

Ay, lay down

Ay, lay down

Yeah, Yeah

Hey, yo Robi, charge 'em up

I don't have a price

They want a Mercan

I fuck their pussies when they flex a handgun

Says Rihanna, you know that "man down" song?

I've had six days without sleep, a breakdown is coming

Black people like in Cape Town

Rappers are children besides mine, and this is not a playground

I'm a whore, she looked at the pillow, that's a facepalm

I smell suckers from a distance, you say it's a greyhound

You want beef with me, you get slapped, a kind of lay down

Lay down

Lay down, lay down, lay down

Lay down, lay down, lay down

Lay down, lay down, lay down

Three rooms in the house, next to a good pussy

Four lines in the tray, I've been shooting for a week

He walks around with a knife, you know he's not a dick

I bet I beat you with a glock in hand?

If I fuck a girl I don't put my tongue in her mouth

When I go on stage I see the world roaring

Go to festivals, you'll have money in a month

Six in the morning at the prosecutor's office

I match like a twin flames whore

The whole country thinks I'm a leak chase

Play whore, you gotta switch games

There will be no switch lanes at mine

I never change, no switch ways

Comment bosquetare these days

I don't have a price

They want a Mercan

I fuck their pussies when they flex a handgun

Says Rihanna, you know that "man down" song?

I've had six days without sleep, a breakdown is coming

Black people like in Cape Town

Rappers are children besides mine, and this is not a playground

I'm a whore, she looked at the pillow, that's a facepalm

I smell suckers from a distance, you say it's a greyhound

You want beef with me, you get slapped, a kind of lay down

They flex designer, give the money

I have their entire outfit from head to toe in a tray on the table

I'm not in the mood anymore, I'm calling for a snack

Versace on my eyes to avoid the sun

Two strangers want an appointment

Casting checkers, lines with blades

I have arrows, I don't miss, it's like Cupid

Lines on the phone, X6, Eleron

I play the fool, in front of me a pawn

I'm riding behind the pack, brigade

We break your arch and don't catch our guard

Traffic in the street, the firecracker leaves you

Loves snow, consumes our art

I don't have a price

They want a Mercan

I fuck their pussies when they flex a handgun

Says Rihanna, you know that "man down" song?

I have six days without sleep, a breakdown is coming

Black people like in Cape Town

Rappers are children besides mine, and this is not a playground

I'm a whore, she looked at the pillow, that's a facepalm

I smell suckers from a distance, you say it's a greyhound

You want beef with me, you get slapped, a kind of lay down