Lyrics:
don't step up whos gonna lead
My younger self thinking who ima be
It's not you this is me v.s. me
This is Me V.S. Me
This is Me V.S. Me
This is Me
(бы - стро)
Детка снимай свой V.S. yeah
Кричу своему брату wassup
Её тело, фигуру я взял
Его детка хочет ко мне назад
Окей, напиши в Instagram
Swa - Ga
Walk in the stu, then I turn the Mac on
Handed the ting to my runner like a baton
Always got my hood up, or I got a hat on
Spurs v.s. anyone,
downtown
She grabbed the V.S. twist the top I poured a sip out on the ground
That's Math
Posted wit yo bitch on Fairfax Ave
Smoking' on that O.G.
Yo baby
pacing, racing, got no lord to save ya
See ya shaking, quaking, v.s. a force of nature
Through the losing, bruising, I ain't going under
Voice is moving,
panticito V.S.
Yo lo quiero tener
Pa que quieras volver Dime si lo vamos hacer (x2)
Bebecita quiero comerte ese panticito romperte
To las cosas que quiero
V.S.S sur la carte.
Eh yo, j'bois, je fume une taffe et j'fous le fuego, j'mets tout sur le té-co, l'orgueil et l'égo.
Laisses-moi respirer, me zé-po,
voy a hacer Leyenda
Total, ¿Pa´ qué?
Ya no me contestas
Mírame como siempre, aunque no esté cerca
Es tu odio V.S. mi esencia
Mis ganas de desvestirte
banana peel
In my grill, it's a Man v.s. Wild or v.s. a bear
Take a seat little child, come listen, pull up a chair
Tell me all your little problems
I
on her, red on her
Ooh, hop in the raw, fast ditch
Pray to God n***a don't crash this bitch
Whole wad of n****s they hate, fuck em
All this V.S. on my neck
God (yeah)
Oh God (boy)
Yeah, G.O.O.D. (MMG, nigga)
Chain all V.S. I ain't with the B.S
Catch me in your city riding hard through the B.X
good ol' Egg Nog
It's the blessed faces, it's them happy babies
It's the family prayer, it's that new V.S. underwear
It's that anxiousness, it's
next on
We dream that, been slept on, we kept on, we left home
Mama earlobes is V.S. Stone
Her earrings so big she can't even fuckin' hear nothing nigga
("got to have") damn right
I got have V.S. cuts, a jet plus, a marijuana dealer with the best stuff
You know that Meth puff, y'all, and guess what?
Ya bum bastards, son I come classic
Frame won't last the length of my matchstick
Drunk off the Hennessey V.S. stop the B.S.
I'm still off to catch
Gettin' caught up, the same game done left 'em all stuck
I reminisce on V.S. touchin' my fourth cup
Me? My only problem is I'm more fucked
Knowin' in my
at the spot
We chop the Remyiits V.S. to O.P.
Very Soon Opportunities are Plenty
Fools trippin' drankin' on some bull, fill up my cup
Get the thinkin' bout
com Fendi
E eu tô na Pure Hemp
Eu nunca vi uma mina que vale mais do que
As cesta e o jogo do LeBron no Lakers
Baby 'cê é Fancy, só de V.S. ei
Não me
a bottle and I need some blunts All on my bag all in my Duffy all in my sack I can’t be touch
Balling I feel like a Laker v.s. On me water I look like
really need til we reached thee end of time
Yeah
Hold it down baby
Ain't no frontin' here baby
Y'all keep it real now
Real v.s. Fake
Historicity V.S. endless preaching
Put your codex down
Prometheus
Unleash us
From these wicked gods
Turn on the lights
All the lights
Turn the lights on
All
these internet lords
They talk their shit behind a small keyboard
That's why I left, it took me a lil while
We call that game, "Man v.s. Wild"
I take
que e hit
Liga no nak o mais brabo do beat
E nos ta bemmmmmm, Ze povinho fica em chilique
Fala da v.s
Nos e da v.s.
Se sabe o v.s e o brabo da city
to
Move out west
Pull up with my team
We Make you scream
That's on v.s.
Yo chick she loves the heat
Obsessed with me
I might invest
2.5 se my
Whip it clean
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