Avant-garde 2017 lyrics

[Letra de "Avant-garde 2017" ft. Ill Quentin]

[Intro: Ill Quentin]
Ey, ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey (Eh-eh)
Quentin (Quen-Quen-Quen')
Quentin, Quentin, Quentin

[Verso 1: Ill Quentin]
I left some big troubles back in my big city (What?)
Because I want a bank account and on it six digits (Ey, ey)
I left a big city back 'cause they wanted kill me
The put a gun in my forehead but it's not trippin' (Yah, yah, yah)
And I'm still thirsty
They trynna drink my sh*t, bet they can't keep it (Wah, wah, wah, wah)
I don't play, I'm goin' fall, one go to thirds
You have to suck my di*k if you want millies
You must be f*ckin' numb if you can feel it (Prr)
Nado contra la corriente, solo sigo el plan (What?)
Every f*ckin' verse spits like Tommy Gun (Ey, ey)
Y si ando to' de Tommy tu bi' es mi fan (Wah, wah)
Estoy sonando crudo y no sueno como Wu-Tang (Nah)
Shout-out on my city, shout-out to my crew (What?)
What you gonna do when we found you? (Paw)
Noche de Buenos Aires and I knock her (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Drinkin', poppin' pills, fillin' on my cup (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Son's up, daddy called, avant-garde (Ey)
You want us to believe in a black card? (Ey)
You want us to believe in your new car?
You bi' as well might fit in a new bar (Wah, ey, ey)
Don't try to get between me and my desire (Ey, ey, ey, ey; yah)
You want some money but I don't see you tryin' (Nah, ey, ey)
[Verso 2: Elijah Parrish]
Call out when are bricks (Ey)
[?] (Ey, ey)
I'm goin' on a 'Rari, but [?] (Eh)
See what's hidin' in the backpack (Oh)
Shout-out on my city, shout-out to my crew
No, I'm not brave, hell, lot to do (Hell to do)
I'm not afraid, I'm a ride it (Ey)
Worst signature, hide it (Ey, ey)
Got the money, got 'em versus
I got no Versace, I got Bersas (Bersas, Bersas, Bersas)
Don't f*ck on me, I'm a murderer
A death will be part of the served (Ey)
Bae, I f*ckin' strong in the business (Business)
Listen my flow, it's defeatness (Defeatness)
Maining level like an icon (Icon)
Feel like I'm gettin' psycho (Ey)
Killin' lashes, strippers-strippers (Ey)
Bad b*tches, less strippers (Ey-ey)
I don't even lay, I'm a tripper (Ey)
I'm a bur, not a mixer
Slow dance, slow dance (Wah)
Damn, b*tches know who I am (So what?)
I don't remember don't f*ck his name (Say what?)
You gon' see me runnin' on the lane (Ey)
Stayin' stress, last too short (Ey)
I just want it for my passport (Passport)
No balls on my freelance (Ey)
Come f*ck with me, you got no chance (No chance, no chance)
This sh*t, man, I'm inspired (Okey, okey)
I know it's flyin' but I'm higher
You can't be settle from the fire (Ey)
The shots on like Bobby Maguire