Just a little heat From now on, it's a cold day You know it would take My worry away, worry away Shake my hand, can't let go No matter what you said '
Traduction: The Black Keys. Juste un peu de chaleur.
a couple of niggas that's really insane I'm talking loco, crazy as hell It ain't just a name It's the game And we done loosened up a couple strings And
bleed for barklies Drive lo-lo's and we ain't need keys to start 'em Just a little information for your summer vacation Bring your chain cuz every nigga in L.A
Yup Red hat black chucks black 501?s on That's your baby momma but her numbers in my iphone Yea I got a girl but I swear I need a newer bitch Let her
hat black chucks black 501's on That's your baby momma but her numbers in my iPhone Yea I got a girl but I swear I need a newer bitch Let her out the
Red hat, black Chucks, black 501's on That's your baby momma but her number's in my iPhone Yeah, I got a girl but I swear I need a newer bitch Let her
me let you live it a little bit? I know a stressful relationship is hard to deal with But here's how you deal with it On your weekly visits, use a code
black khakis, fatigues, and boots Still don't give a fuck about the law Still run with a pump in my car and fuck who you are You're fucking with a couple
noise 2008 a G, a game I'm Ron O'Neil the love seat, sunk deep Lil' niggas bussin' off they punk heat I'll make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys
Can you feel our beat So give us half Or I guarantee baby You gonna feel the heat And I'm a little bit high Save a little and you die Send a blizzard
but I'm grown now Hit a few licks, so we known now Kicked a little south, so it's on now Do what you gotta when you broke man If you get a verse, get
prosecute your residence 'Cuz you done been already got rid of all the evidence Tryin' to get a buck, a buck? A soup pot, a blender and a measurin' cup
a run Now you can't front when you're confronted With the cold steel of a gun Midnight comes and I'm moving On the creep all dressed in black Wearing a
the crowds are all the same (uh huh huh huh uh huh let em know) To them I'm just a pebble in the sand, a face...without a name [Verse 1] Ya niggas would
to make the damn loot flip First I need a crackhead with a credit card So he can head uptown and purchase me a rented car Just make sure that it's black