Les gens riches ont souvent de l?argent Les gens riches en font toujours des tonnes Les gens riches aiment bien le bon vieux temps Les gens riches aiment
Et si j'te racontais Notre prochain voyage J'veux dire en plein delire En plein vagabondage J'ai l'air de plaisanter Mais j'rigole pas du tout Etre une
Arrete de pleurer Babelou Sur l'argent qui vaut plus un clou Arrete de dire que t'es toute seule Ici c'est chacun pour sa gueule Arrete de rever que tu
How come skinhead oi boys have no work I bet if they did they'd go berserk Shut up about the working class A job is no big deal You all look like Hitler
[feat. Lil B] [Verse 1:] I'm bout to get my dick wet, on the pill I don't give a fuck, I'm a keep it real In my zan with that lean in that fuckin spot
You say you're gonna testify Lie away, lie away So you're gonna gun me down Go ahead, fire away You say you'll Bring the curtain down Turn around, walk
I'm rich like a hot noise, rich, rich, rich I'll take you out boy So stuck up, I'd wish you'd stick in to me Flesh ripped off Turnin' it, beatin' no
Rich world, poor world Everyday it?s gettin? modified Rich world, poor world Aren?t you glad you?re on the western side? Individual luxury just might
Hover, hover, straight to my head The riches are dry of living the lie And bringing trouble, trouble back in my bed Where nobody can save me 'cause the
Poor little rich girl, you're a bewitched girl Better be aware Laughing at danger, virtual stranger Better take care The life you lead sets all your
Your car stereo is state of the art, My ghetto-blaster is fallin' apart. But, Hey man! Your all show, You only listen to techno (echo) Scream! Your
D Barbelivren/F Bernheim Arrete de pleurer Babelou Sur I'argent qui vant plus un clou Arrete de dire que t'es toute seule Ici c'est chacun pour sa gueule
(d barbelivren-f bernheim) Arrite de pleurer babelou Sur i'argent qui vant plus un clou Arrite de dire que t'es toute seule Ici c'est chacun pour sa
I like a girl with caked up makeup In the sunshine smoking cigarettes to pass the time Who wakes up to a bottle of wine on the nightstand Bites and scratches
She left you 1958 When the thought of another fifteen years Was more than she could face But did you miss her much well hey You never gave her too much
Today you're walking in this terrible city thinkin' about all you missed in your life your house is paid and your wife is not gone and you've got a new
You say you're gonna testify Lie away, lie away So you're gonna gun me down Go ahead, fire away You say you'll bring the curtain down Turn around, walk