Lyrics:
by, gros t'es die bye bye
Tu veux qu'on gagne? Passe moi la balle
Dans l'rap j'me sens comme Cristiano
Qui joue au Galatasaray as-salâm 'aleïkoum
Je
like it got bit by a grizzly
And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth
Ain't afraid to hold heat
feet
J's on my feet
So get like me
I be in the club standing on the couch
In them Wolf Greys like it's my house
Drinking out the bottle, I got no
like to say my name, J bodiii
Who ride a beat like me, nobody
It go down in my DM, yo gotti
I tried two times to get a job up there at onyx
God told me
Fuck you just pay me, I don't got no time to waste, bitch I'm the shit
You couldn't say to me that you're ahead, I've been doing it big
Your mom
Maltese work
I'm cute, I hate to come off as a Cocky Jerk
But I took courses in humility and they were all deferred
If you got a raw beat call me first
I
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
shout out A-Town
Follow me on SoundCloud www.soundcloud.com/yodin-af
Fuck it, we out
Dylabetes on the beat soundin' like a clown
If we're playing
loyaltyyy huku nje fickle
Old soul how come manze sina ata rinkles
Yeah,
Gamble for recreation si wealth creation
Spark up a dobbie just for some by
marrent t'es
Affolé par notre taff, on
Épargne les trav mais pas les
Illettrés, mes blarfons déboitent
J'veux m'tirer loin comme une taff au Népal
Pour
like it
J-J-J-J-J-J-J-Jacked up
Hit a mudhole so I can show you how I keep it
J-J-J-J-J-J-J-Jacked up
I'm bouta light this thang up now
Yeah, 6B.Low but
down bad
I was feeling like why lord
[Refrain]
These niggas don’t want no trouble
When I hop on the beat
It’s a problem
And I got me the vision like
buzz is loco, motion full speed like a train
When I walk up in the party, D.J. turn it up
You see my people getting rowdy, D.J. turn it up
You see me
Yo dj hi-tek
Drop the motherfuckin' beat box dog
Bring that next-level shit
Uh, yo, for real
That's what I'm talking about
Check it out
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
dobbie to be lit
I’ll just do me till I’m rich bitch
Fuck being popular, you know I got the formula
Shit is like an orchestra I drop the bars they follow
Smoking some crack, preferably more than bout two grams
AK around my fucking arm
Always high with my bros
Jona said me: i like your songs
Maybe they
Man i'm just mike tyson
Do this for my mom and daddy
Even if they don't see
Man it's high time to let
A young boy flow like a sea
Name it's tlouw
you lick me right
I'll do it all night
Only got fucked by a drug dealer
Never felt the real passion of a thug nigga
Though I like the way you
Scream
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
raw, I'll hold it steady
Trip I don't fall, swaying you sweaty
Shit getting heavy
Know what your setting
Or end up like Kenny aye
Heavy on attack I never
when you here with me
I ain't gotta stress about it cos you worth it
I ain't gotta stress about it cos you worth it
Yeah you worth it
Every time I see
it ain’t on me lil homie it’s in me
You couldn’t beat the kid me and I’m the grown me
My enemies toast, betta hope we homies
Might heard I’ma boss but
break me
J'fais les beats all day pis le shit est HD
J'essaie d'être great comme le late Jay Dee
Tu sais que c'pas du série B, j'ai le grade à "D"
Y'a des
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