Lyrics:
putting something in They nose
Aight
Back to writing raps with hov
I may never get Kanye
Back into my show
Drake is almost done with his Flows
Cole I
låst ner min kärlek som Kanye West
Att skriva en låt om det kanske inte är helt korrekt
Snäppet över att be om förlåt per sms
För jag ska kasta mej ut
Burning like fly!
Genero kanye west I touch the sky,
so fresh or fly em direçao ao topo isto ja nao cai!
Nao segues o nosso trajeto, nem que te
mi es como ver en harapos a Kanye (West),
Soy el rey negro, traigo mi rap,
Un flow que pirra, atrapa, cual grapa, cual lapa,
Nací en los 80 y disfruté
in aye aye
It don't matter where I go
Or what I'm up against
East Coast or West Coast
Baby I'm up next
Every time I get home
I just feel so blessed
'm on a mission
To show you why I'm the one that you been missin'
Catch a flight girl
Be here by tonight girl
Let me be your west coast vibe
Suga suga but you got
a Botticelli, You're Keats, You're Shelley,
You're Ovaltine.
You're a boon, You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon over Mae West's shoulder.
I'm a nominee
a Botticelli, You're Keats, You're Shelley,
You're Ovaltine.
You're a boon, You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon over Mae West's shoulder.
I'm a nominee
a Botticelli, You're Keats, You're Shelley,
You're Ovaltine.
You're a boon, You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon over Mae West's shoulder.
I'm a nominee
STOP BY ABILENE
THEY GOT SOME OF THE PRETTIEST WOMEN OUT THERE
THAT A MAN MOSTLY EVER SEEN
I'M GOIN' OUT TO WEST TEXAS
I'M GONNA FALL DOWN ON MY KNEES
of the west."
Call of the west
(The conflict)
Harshly awakened by the sound of six rounds
Of light caliber rifle fire followed minutes
Later by
Wildcat Kelley, looking mighty pale
Was standing by the Sheriff's side
And when the Sheriff said, "I'm sending you to jail"
Wildcat raised his
stationary, I am run by clockwork
I countdown to zero, I'm a binary abacus
Working in machine code, I'm the brain for all of us
Look out, I byte at the fingers
lines on westside by some fines
Just like some jeans this that true religion
For them kids that ain't got nothing I'm talking no pot to piss in
This
By the power of The Living God and in the name of Jesus Christ, my Lord and Saviour, I make these declarations loud and clear:
1. My mind is free!
The door's, on the west side, I'm leaving it open only for,
You, so let's ride, leaving the city just for the,
View, my dead eyes, need refreshing,
Zabiorę Cię na spota
Widać to na fotach
Jak cieszy mi się morda
Na JPG uśmiecham się jak Kanye West
Coś kwitnie to nie bez
To między nami łopian
Działasz
count the silence the violence those nights got preached by Kanye
If fate should have it I'll change the the courses as if I'm Dende
It ain't about whose
Good guy by heart but if you try me, boy, I'm ending chapters
I love talking the shit that I've been talking now
Niggas can't control nothing that I say
the A train in a New York state of mind
But I rep West side, so I keep L.A. time
That's a three-hour difference
So when my bitch is a six, she's really a nine
things they still ain't even thought of yet
A good homie is hard to come by
But most times you get done by the ones you trust most
So, I gotta
熱いバイブスと固い結束
Ikebukuro west block party
Go go go go my way
Step step step step by step
Pass da shit
Pass da mic
Buster Bros!!!
One, two, three let's get
an artery
I was down bad but now I feel even better
If I find a keeper I'ma keep her and we shine together
You can't tell me nothing I'm feeling like Kanye
and over and over i was raised by
KRS 1, I was raised by Tribe Called Quest
I was raised
By DMX the last real nigga alive? Naw
Nigga! We real
Niggas alive,
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