Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paul Scholes, artist - Black Josh.
Date of issue: 21.08.2014
Song language: English
Paul Scholes |
I can kick it nice to old school beats but you won’t see me in no British |
Knights |
My Ellesse jumper is fitted nice, I’m addicted so this pussy I had to kill it, |
twice |
I’m dead wrong, I can’t get it right |
Niggas get, left in the distance so I’m just forgetting guys |
I’m so high I can caress a sky, reaching everyone’s levels then I set 'em high |
You don’t wanna grow, it’s best ya die |
Playing with kids and soulfully molesting rhymes, step aside |
And first you got a first, you come off worse, you are a lesser guy |
I’m telling you there’s no question I |
I got the vision like Paul Scholes, where my teams patch on my torso |
Doing shows all around the country, no tour doe |
Getting cash in hand, I want more dough |
Import droe and draw smoke, my eyes red like Paul Scholes |
Playing the field like Paul Scholes, sitting in the middle of 'em all yo |
I came through in 9−3 like Paul Scholes |
9−3 forever from the M-1−4 zones |
I came through in 9−3 like Paul Scholes |
9−3 forever from the M-1−4 |
I came through in 9−3 like Paul Scholes |
9−3 forever from the M-1−4 zones |
I came through in 9−3 like Paul Scholes |
9−3 forever from the M-1−4 |
Yeah, my teams united like Paul Scholes |
See them other niggas have baby feet with small souls |
I was in O.T. |
like Paul Scholes, got a few from sushi baker but you got brought |
home |
But when I was there I seen an old timer we talked loads |
Said she had a new home and a car but weren’t the one that parked those |
Her new man got 'em on that whipping, knows her friends and brought hoes |
And when I ain’t there, she’s just like 'em when the doors closed |
How’s he gonna through feelings once he caught those |
Only the Lord knows, my ex ting hates me but she still wanna talk doe |
I smoke zutes and pass it to my team like Paul Scholes |
I seen the gap in your defence like Paul Scholes |
It’s always after your actions that your talk shows |
I’m out and about not sitting watching talk shows |
Vacations, I’m poor doe, this country I’m implored yo |
Met a Spanish girl and her arse (?) doe |
She smoked my zute and tell her bell her (?) yo |
I was writing back to wing them all broke |
Reminiscing with memories flashing like Morse Code |
All I’ve got in this world is my word and my balls yo |
In this rainy city, seeing olders act 18 like they’re Paul Scholes |
With my niggas, we all broke performing at these small shows |
We’re grafting and we love it all yo |
I came through in 9−3 like Paul Scholes |
9−3 forever from the M-1−4 zones |
I came through in 9−3 like Paul Scholes |
9−3 forever from the M-1−4 |
I came through in 9−3 like Paul Scholes |
9−3 forever from the M-1−4 zones |
I came through in 9−3 like Paul Scholes |
9−3 forever from the M-1−4 zones |