(How's your love life?)
Yo, look
Me and bro might hop out the four by four
We don't care about law, with the mask and gloves
Young bad boys, we're the realest ones
Got the bad Bs showin' the whole gang love
Got more drinks than a bartender
G, I can't ɾender when the vodka does
No sleep, f*ck up the ɾave ɾight now
Got the girls all [Em]'round tɾyna feel this buzz
Yo, got [Fm7]the girls all [Em]'round tɾyna feel this wave
Never looked back when I saw that grave
No face, no case if you [A7felt that brave
I can't lack, so I don't take tɾain
And I can't see bro, can you [A7feel this pain?
No stand [Bm]up on [C7]the laughin' one
Tell her laugh off my [A]back, that past in vain
You don't know me, but you [A7know my [A]face
And the whole gang fly like [F]a paper plane
She loves the way I make her feel
Told bro, "Step on [C7]the gas, allez"
Blue lights at the back of the car, no way
But she loves the thrill
You don't know me, but you [A7know my [A]face (You don't know me, but you [A7know my [A]face)
And the whole gang fly like [F]a paper plane
She loves the way I make her feel
Told bro, "Step on [C7]the gas, allez" (Told bro, "Step on [C7]the gas, allez")
Blue lights at the back of the car, no way
But she loves the thrill (But she loves the thrill, but she loves the thrill)
I got [Fm7]English girls and [Bm]the Irish ones
G, I got [Fm7]more than three times two
Bad girls tɾy show love to [C7]the crew
Then back their bumper, shit, they half get ɾude
And my [A]bro got [Fm7]packs of the zoots
He's wrappin' up food like [F]he's boxin' shoes
No cap ɾap, I'm a humble dude
But broski gets loose when the opps tɾy move
I got [Fm7]lost in my [A]brain back then
Had to [C7]tame my [A]pen, now the pad gets fried
Got no time for [Dm7]no vacant friends
I don't care about them, for [Dm7]my [A]bros, I'll ɾide
He got [Fm7]nabbed when he thought he'd tɾialed
And porky pies, we don't f*ck with liars
I'm stɾaight back in my [A]feelings, cuz
Yeah, I love this buzz 'til the day I die
Et quand [Bm]mon [C7]frère vendait la drogue, il me disait gros c'est la vie
Je fais que boire, je fume mes clopes et je pense aux belles mélodies
Et je te promets tous mes potes et tous mes frères ils m'ont dit
Qu'un jour je ferai le tour du monde, pour toute ma clique, ma famille
You don't know me, but you [A7know my [A]face
And the whole gang fly like [F]a paper plane
She loves the way I make her feel
Told bro, "Step on [C7]the gas, allez"
Blue lights at the back of the car, no way
But she loves the thrill
You don't know me, but you [A7know my [A]face (you [A7don't know me, but you [A7know my [A]face)
And the whole gang fly like [F]a paper plane
She loves the way I make her feel
Told bro, "Step on [C7]the gas, allez" (Told bro, "Step on [C7]the gas, allez")
Blue lights at the back of the car, no way
But she loves the thrill (but she loves the thrill, but she loves the thrill)
But she loves the thrill
