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it’s part of the job
Messages from other kinnes, she found a klomp
I try to justify it but it just sounded dom
Swipe left laanie mode activated
I know

podziemie
Na tym się chowa pokolenie młode
Pierdolić modę trzeba rozróżniać co złe a co dobre
Istotne to co wiarygodne RomeoKlika THS
Dla Bez Cenzury zamykam

performed in Dubai and I shook hands with Nas
Yeah I’m pleading here the truth, put the lyrics in a salad bowl
Next to the sushi, the prawns and the salmon

Uh) 
Shit dangerous like uranium
Hurricane of words that i stack and pack, my presets on that
Sicko Mode hype, bitch i Kylie grab the mic, Scott

I'm in album mode
A cliche thing to say but it's true when you're an artist in the zone
I'm set to take off and blow off your dome
 
From the den

ta man a de ney
Mode te tang a de si
Jo vi a karade ji
I got jo vi oh laba de si

Goreh nu khad a de 
Haumai nu vada de ni

Man got fire for the beat

Mood kitta high in my zone yeah
Flight mode Mera phone yeah 
Levitate fucking stoned yeah yeah yeah

Tuje laga main down when m lonely
Tuje laga main

on
Lyrics han likhte oil beast mode on
cat hanat microphone taile my mirror side on
Middle class sougo chinta korani lager korte poisa khorcho
Dos gor deki

at gatwick,
Behold a classic, your poker tactics,
Are souless and hopeless, you nosey actors,
My mode of practise is molten acid
flows roams the globe control

mode sale sale, en hess là
J’fuck ton buzz là
Laisse tes ossements comme si la triste
Vie te faisait un ke-sma
J'rime avec ma eue-qu
J’t’envoie dans le

dublin-
Drunken-smashed in, dooming kids i live in a
Wild house like dewey
Did, and jordy in the middle caverns of
Lyrics to lay when you lay
Lttle, serious

rappers overindulge in they lyrics
Lost in appearance
What they bring in wit, they lack in spirit
At your concert
Filled in the blanks to your punchlines

Lil Darius - Pimpin Ain't Easy [Explicit Lyrics]

INTRO
Kutta cut that shit up man
Ski
No kizzy
Ski hand me that neezy baby 
Hand me that neezy baby

dis One time
Comme? je rap for real
La rime file, pour le Hip-Hop on rap for real
Two times, comme Mode2 je peints for real
Le tag feel
Pour le Hip-Hop

Y'a que toi qui t'aide au fond
Garçon, 92 XX on fait péter des vé-cies
Le flow vient d'Afrique
Les lyrics viennent de Russie
Même si elle forge des

that bootleg ass shit
You might blow some

One Two, Testing One Two, whaat
Now entering the mode
The fucken Don right here
Gotta love him, gotta love him

don't post loads I don't care about clout
Stay on ghost mode and getting in pounds
Not on road though won't see me in town
Money's time son so I best not

to the past just to grab some lyrics
I only lick on shorty ass if she go show some spirit
Don't wanna hear it from these lames who got no lane who got no choice

ratisse toutes les balles
Rub a dub style à l’ancienne on a posé les bases
Chauffe le riddim
On déballe des kilomètres de lyrics
Postillons de rimes

Please a mic I don't know better
These raves turned me to a go getter
Airplane mode when you bell my phone I make them break up, call me

all the haters to lean back 
You don't wanna tell the lyrical demon I mean that

(VERSE 2)
Stereo mode I'll be split in two's 
Everybody in

I know "Thrift Shop" parodies have
Been done a lot
In- but I wrote these lyrics anyways
And I hit a million views on YouTube
So I might as well do it

her well enough to put
Career mode on pause
Childish but I'm stylish
They love and hate at the same time
And I'm proud of this counter
Rap with this

but I lead em to winnnnn
It’s easy to sin my lyrics are so deep they seap in your skin
I’m in the twilight zone pause I gotta ride aloneee
You stuck