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"Performante Pain" is a track by D-Block Europe, from the album PTSD 2, released 14th November 2025. The track is 3:03 long. It's filed under Hip-Hop/Rap. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 1 article about D-Block Europe.
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I just spent another milli in the jeweller All these diamonds on me got me feeling cooler Lit Nigga don't rock Franck Muller This molly got me fucking on a cougar It's probably a q in the hoover Rent the Viano and fill it with shooters My Brudda told me I got this You focus on money, I'll go do the bootings There shouldn't be too much to say When we talk the UK wave I was like "damn A, you're paid" When I found out my neighbour was Dave I love my nigga to the grave But he got some real weird ways Akh we can come back from strange But we can't come back from fake So whatever you need, go take your break Told (—) that ain't shooting that's fake Suicidal doors, fours, mine's amazing We survived the trenches, scars and grazes Roses for her, fuck the daises All the M's that I done made Can't get my brother out the grave Take you on a boat right by the lake Jakes tryna find lil brodie with a drake Thinking in my head about the fucking DNA I need a lady and MDMA Sign NDA, look like Ella Mai You know we still do it even though it's bait I take what you got cause I got what it takes Red dot under the barrel it's holding with tape We just counting so much money on the floor we need a rake I was pouring up to block the pain I was popping pills to block the pain I was drinking yak to stop the pain Now it's 2024 I'm still in pain I think only my daughter blocked the rain Shop till we drop and shop again Choices made, Urus Wraith Performante on the way Imma call this performante pain Send them diamonds right back to the jewellers My lil young bitch fuck like a cougar She bad, I'm calling the movers This a Patek I don't rock Frank Muller Bored of winning, I ain't ever been a loser Life's a gamble, take your chances Spend it outright at the jewellers Half a mill, whip out the plastic I was broke, made it stretch like elastic Made the bitch ten bands, she a catfish Fuck that tell em call my accountant All these racks on my wrist can't count it Took my bitch to the jeweller she drowning Going crazy, they say I need counselling I'm ballin these checks not bouncing Couple cars I put M in a car meet Countin niggas but I'm still with the army Rich nigga writing raps in a rari Tell me which one of you bitches are nasty? My Cullinan white, I'm feelin' polite She think my type Emirati (Yalla) Just act like your blind if your preein' my IG You better not let my darg see Dirty dogs, they do the dirty jobs And we payin' them We hop on a jet to go Amsterdam Last year it was KLM You sat with the packs tryna do it by eye Why the fuck ain't you weighing them? The money come, if you make the play My nigga just stay on 'em That Richie plain from the jeweller If she can't suck dick imma sue her I got ice-cream with perc on the plate I told my bitch come sooner I told my lady don't worry about size This shit longer than a ruler Big sticks put seven inside I think we got an intruder I just spent another milli in the jeweller All these diamonds on me got me feeling cooler Lit Nigga don't rock Franck Muller This molly got me fucking on a cougar It's probably a q in the hoover Rent the Viano and fill it with shooters My Brudda told me I got this You focus on money, I'll go do the bootings
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