Lyrics:
with the finer things
Hold on take a pause resume
Good gas rolling loud perfume
My atm running off green like popeye
You say your mind running wild mine
to lay down in his room
He never cleans
All she love to do is just resume
She don't need a degree
She loves to lay down in his room
He never cleans
e tudo que restou resume a nada
Preciso te dizer, não quero mais nem ver a sua cara
Não se dirija a mim falando coisas como se me conhecesse bem
Nem
Pra quem está atrasado... Check o Horário
No compasso da batida um nome resume o fato
uma coisa dizer
Eu te amo
Eu preciso te dizer que te amo
O meu canto se resume em te amo
E te amo só me lembra você
Meu amor
Minha princesa
Dona do
resume to glow
A star in the sky that I'll never let go
And whenever I felt alone
I would just call you up on the phone
Then we would talk for a while
consumes and the pain resumes
We smash you, we burn you. Suffering is our profession
And as we break your body-like shell
We welcome you to Hell
Hell! Hell!
my resume, I do shit for real
I done cut some niggas off dat I done knew for years
Niggas losing money gettin caught up in how u feel
I ain't really
be a dope boy (dope boy)
You ain’t even got nothing to show for it (show for it)
Hard in the booth, but you soft boy (soft boy)
I read your resume
then you hear a zoom
Random leave that chest please, or I'm not gon' revive you
We just went live on Twitch for three hours and we gon' resume
Need
Bitch Yaaaaaaa
I aint nothing like you bitches
I dont fw none of you new bitches
Haaaa must got me confuse bitches
Check my resume I shittin on u
de tus
¡Malas decisiones!
La vida se resume en
¡Malas decisiones!
No te arrepientas de tus…
Ya no te aflijas más
Lo hecho hecho está
La vida sigue
vouch for me, I got hood nigga status
Certified, hood nigga status
Trappin, robbin, pimpin
Ballin is a habit
Check my resume, boy i'm bout that action
I
vouch for me, I got hood nigga status
Certified, hood nigga status
Trappin, robbin, pimpin
Ballin is a habit
Check my resume, boy i'm bout that action
I
(8ok)
And if dem boy try to test us out, we going to the extent of getting some blazed
Man If you don't know bout izzi Jay by now, better check my resume
you could check my resume
And if you really good at math you could tell I doubled that
At 16 found my own trap
Me and broski got them racks and 'nough
Ey yeah yeah
Ey yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Do you fit the role? Where's your resume?
Hard work and belief that's the recipe (Yeah)
This shit all on me,
decir la verdad
Pero tu vida se resume a una cuenta bancaria
A un auto y una sonrisa fingida
Ódiame por decir la verdad
Tu felicidad es tan plástica como
we get together shit won't be the same
You had my love and loyalty it slipped away
You ain't got shit on me check my resume
I don't give a fuck you
I'll learn to let things go
Open the doorway
And show me the future
Give me a taste of what I'm putting on my resume
If I'm a failure
Or if I'm a loser
Back ache oh Lord
Lower your sword
Shit luck gets worse
Leave home or stay lost
No silver lining
Resume your crying
Confused perverts
Drowning in
comme ça
En résumé j’me barre d’ici
Ils veulent tous être mes amis
Ouais ouais ouais ouais mon ami
Jnique cette putain d’industrie
Toutes ces putain
Ya gotta check these motherfuckers resume
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Never hesitate
She so tight, I still penetrate
Shit felt rights I devastate
Fried
leaving me till I know
I'm not alone, but I got no resume
I guess it's a good thing
It's not a good thing
I wanna be independent
But if I'm 'bout to get
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