Video Peace Feat Jc Rich de Alawais 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Alawais - Peace Feat Jc Rich Lyrics

[Chorus: TRIOPIAS]
We do not fight over here, we just gon keep wit the peace (Let’s go)
Yeah, I feel so high as the god, the 3 stripes on me look like adidas
Ay, .45 right on my hip, driving x game mode with a jeep (What?)
Huh, I cannot feel the pain on my face, you do not feel the same way that I feel
Yeah, talk about shit about us, the fuck is the deal? That motherfucker Bill (Yuh)
Uh, stop the talking shit, we boys working hard we stacking the bills (Okay okay)
We just want the fun, we don’t give a fuck, you a hater that we kill (Pop off)
Jealousy top of the grill, you a bitch, you’re never the shit

[VERSE1: TRIOPIAS]
We drinking the hennessy double cup, bottle after ‘nother bottle yuh
I woke up bitch like a superstar, more guests coming in supermodel uh (Okay!)
You copy me, and my mottos, ay risky chance like the lotto (Lotto)
Same tat as your daughter, uh fuck the sleep all nighter (All nighter)
Flipping the coin then I drop uh, fuck the system and the plot hah (Peace)
More money adding to the lot, GS25 is the spot (Doom doom)
Hitting the dope and I feel alive yeah, got too much to live about
Don’t hang around the killers, ‘cause we know that we don’t play with the lies

[BRIDGE: TRIOPIAS]
Okay okay
Yuh
Ay

[Chorus: TRIOPIAS]
We do not fight over here, we just gon keep wit the peace
Yeah, I feel so high as the god, the 3 stripes on me look like adidas
Ay, .45 right on my hip, driving x game mode with a jeep
Huh, I cannot feel the pain on my face, you do not feel the same way that I feel
Yeah, talk about shit about us, the fuck is the deal? That motherfucker Bill
Uh, stop the talking shit, we boys working hard we stacking the bills
We just want the fun, we don’t give a fuck, you a hater that we kill
Jealousy top of the grill, you a bitch, you’re never the shit
[VERSE2: JC RICH]
Before you criticize yall mother fuckers need to visualize
Shit in my eyes, picture the times
I'm livin’ inside a car, pissin’ outside no pot
Thats why im spittin the highest bars uh
Now give me the full slice of pie
Before i pull up just like michael myers yeah
If i don't make it with this rap i might just kill em all
Fill up a morgue, drill in their skulls, the shit i record, uh
Hate these rappers hate producers, crossin’ em out with lead
Pockets is all out of bread, so I’m robbin’ now all the feds yeah