F*ck up the building
We f*cking with you
Fist in your face
It be looking like glue
Chains round my neck
And a new pair of shoes
F*ck up the building we f*cking with you
Fist in your face it be looking like glue
Chains round my neck and a new pair of shoes
Me and my homies we pouring up booze
I'm with 100 and we never lose
I am a king and my homies are too
Glock in my hand and it's ready to shoot
Son of a legend who's born in Beirut
F*ck shit, me and my homies we moving with high speed
F*ck up a check with that high greed
Fist in your face it's a nose bleed
F*ck shit, my hands demonic, got fried cheeks
You are so weak you've got no critique
I'm taking over with high speed
Skooma - Building Lyrics
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F*ck up the building
We f*cking with you
Fist in your face
It be looking like glue
Chains round my neck
And a new pair of shoes
F*ck up the building we f*cking with you
Fist in your face it be looking like glue
Chains round my neck and a new pair of shoes
Me and my homies we pouring up booze
I'm with 100 and we never lose
I am a king and my homies are too
Glock in my hand and it's ready to shoot
Son of a legend who's born in Beirut
F*ck shit, me and my homies we moving with high speed
F*ck up a check with that high greed
Fist in your face it's a nose bleed
F*ck shit, my hands demonic, got fried cheeks
You are so weak you've got no critique
I'm taking over with high speed
We f*cking with you
Fist in your face
It be looking like glue
Chains round my neck
And a new pair of shoes
F*ck up the building we f*cking with you
Fist in your face it be looking like glue
Chains round my neck and a new pair of shoes
Me and my homies we pouring up booze
I'm with 100 and we never lose
I am a king and my homies are too
Glock in my hand and it's ready to shoot
Son of a legend who's born in Beirut
F*ck shit, me and my homies we moving with high speed
F*ck up a check with that high greed
Fist in your face it's a nose bleed
F*ck shit, my hands demonic, got fried cheeks
You are so weak you've got no critique
I'm taking over with high speed
Writer: Hadi Chaouki
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