Remy Ft. Leto – Alibi Lyrics

  • Remy Ft. Leto – Alibi Lyrics

“Alibi Lyrics BY Remy Ft. Leto”

The paper, the Rap Game all the time,
Dilapidated building is our lives,
It screams loudly at home, I camp,
Listeners and I fly on the melody.
I remember when Toto taught me the mic,
I remember all those who wanted to fvck me,
I slipped slipped slipped serious young,

As if it was me that had the moonwalk of Jackson.
And Leto have to get rid of here do not you believe?
I know they do not like my belly or your typical mouth,
93 + 17 which are 110 so tonight you have 110 reasons to make you entuber,
It’s the suburbs with a piano where the neighbor sees everything in your basket,
I’m too snarling, my shoulders, I’ve lost a lot, I can deserve to win.

It’s 4:26, my eyes are wrinkling,
I see the wrong side of the blow I have the words that hurt,
A share of excitement in the risk,
Poto never far from hesitation for the rest.
That the win, never the dim light,
I am told that my rf Meda remix the pené,
And it’s the little one who’s tall like three apples,
Who will turn you on because he saw that you are sheathed.

Chorus
We come back late, we charbonne all the time,
Dilapidated building is my life,
Rap and traffic, I have no time,
Before the shout, I already have my alibi
I am in the zone (I am in the zone),
No blase is given (no blase is given),
That’s all for the currency (that’s all for the currency),
It’s masked that crime is committed.

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Leto couplet
We come back late, we charbon,
We have the keufs ​​on our shores and it fucks the only one,
It’s not so simple, the city is bad,
Too much impact in the area we are ller-gri,
It’s dirty bif bif we invest,
Good day in the lobby, it’s the fiesta,

Every day I smoke like a rasta,
Stay calm, take the bag and bicrave everything.
It’s Porte de Saint-Ouen on the piano,
I roll a mega cone, so you know us,
Do not mess, no blase is given,I reach the top, you’re filled with simulated.
Have you simulated, I have to repeat,
Do not make any holes in the accounts until it’s charged.

The street is not a game,
But we’re doing as well as we can.
It’s just a story of rap, of traffic,
And in the end, it’s tragic,
He betrayed you for paper,
Give it a D it does not matter.
It’s just a story of rap, of traffic,
And in the end, it’s tragic,
He betrayed you for paper,
Give it a D it does not matter.

Chorus x2
We come back late, we charbonne all the time,
Dilapidated building is my life,
Rap and traffic, I have no time,
Before the shout, I already have my alibi.

I am in the zone (I am in the zone),
No blase is given (no blase is given),
That’s all for the currency (that’s all for the currency),
It’s masked that crime is committed.
:Remy Ft. Leto – Alibi Lyrics

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