Alpha Ophis

Frénésie Orgasmique

Look down on it
Everything good and you know that i want it
Swoop down on you, yeah

Yeah, i see somethig, and you know mama
Ice drank puring, yeah
Never stay around for a n***a that often
I'm juat tryna talk with you, yeah
Something seems wrong with you
Girl, i know you really wanna come down
There is nowhere for you to run now

I know you wanna a real one, baby yeah
Is that right
That's what it look like
Girl You know i'm waiting on you late night
Late night
All your friends are leaving by midnight
Henny ain't the only thing that feel right
You say you married,
That ain't what it look like
Look like

Swoop down on it, Swoop down on it
Birthday suit, that's your new style on it
Birthday coupe' that a new 500
You're too fly for me
Too fly, honey
You're boo fly, who hot
They don't make 'em like you, i do
Get me fitted for a suit, top who
Do not, Dont't listen to that hoopla
Hoorah, Who's hot, Who's not, that's weak
I saw you and told my n****s wait that's me
Saw you and they say you
Embracing Your physique
Sorry, but i can't help but think it was for me
She naughty, we left the party
I had to

Look down on it
Everything good and you know that i want it
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Swoop down on you, yeah
Somethimg seems wrong with you
Girl, i know you really wanna come down
There is nothing for you to run now

I know you wanna a real one, baby yeah
Is that right
That's what it look like
Girl You know i'm waiting on you late night
Late night
All your friends are leaving by midnight
Henny ain't the only thing that feel right
You say you married,
That ain't what it look like
Look like

Who gon' cover the bill?
I guess i deliver man
All these drinks done spilled
I keep the bottle on chill
Say that you new to this, i'm not you, baby
Tell them other n****s i rap too crazy
A*s made a n***a do six one-eighties
Put you louis purse in the back of the white mercedes
It's going off in here
Black audi to match the aduemars
I'm here with all my peers, i drip dolce 'til i disappear
No Whip i spend
I double ya n****s rent
I get to shots of whatever,
Since all the hennys out
Pistol dressed a*s too
Big for me to sketch it out
Why do y'all girls buy clothes
If Y'all gon' strech them out
Too loud in my section,
They tryna spell it out
Balcony i live, I saw you headed for the exit
And that s**t gon leave my restless
If i never make this move and tryna (swoop down)
Look down yeah (swoop down)
You gotta look, baby

Ryan Trey, Bryson Tiller - Nowhere To Run

Dans le chapitre précédent nous avons fait la connaissance de Giulia Moretti, élève de septième année à Poudlard après la guerre où elle a perdu ses parents et son frère. Elle semble se trouver de nouvelles fréquentations et changer de comportement.

Le lendemain matin après cette beuverie avait évidemment été difficile. J'avais vomi de la bille une bonne partie de la nuit étant donné que je n'avais rien mangé, je ressemblais à un zombie et me sentait comme un fantôme. Je n'étais ni particulièrement fière ni particulièrement déçue de moi-même, de toute façon que restait-il à décevoir ? Je n'avais plus rien. Je me rendais compte en me levant difficilement que les lendemains de cuite n'étaient pas l'étape la plus amusante de celles-ci, mais surtout je me rendais compte que la seule chose que j'attendais c'était la prochaine occasion de boire à nouveau, d'oublier ma douleur à nouveau. J'étais optimiste en pensant à ce cher Theodore Nott, à qui, je le pensais sans détour, j'avais sans doute taper dans l'œil, comme la plupart des filles de cette école, je ne me faisais nulle idée. Mais je voyais là l'opportunité d'obtenir ce dont j'avais besoin. Mon intense mal de crâne débutait seulement lorsque Luce, déjà habillée et coiffée, se pointa devant moi raide comme un poteau, froide comme la glace :