Lyrics:
the lands of Sudan
Killadel Shambala Ikon the Hologram
What?
[Virtuoso]
All religions fear ?Miguel?
My strikes are fatal, to your style
That's
surrounding green like snakes dripping red venom
I’ve got the whole game by my hand
Now they won’t under rate rappers from the Mitten again
Let me begin I’m
like miguel in a theater
Been hot
Peeps i used to know thought that i was not
I relay my own fire to the beacon
Made my own way pancakes like Matilda
Never sound rational so we go against them
Fuck it if all is well that ends well
Why you still create IG backup pages for intel
Love and hate resemble but
I'm finna vent
Don't wanna Fall but Izx Wonder where the winter went
Well this Is my season, I Pray Miguel see's it
Im still inspired by my nigga who's
When you sent down from heaven the world giving you hell
Devil I'll never fail with a hook by Miguel
No hate get acknowledged
I'm scheming in silence
verano
Lléname de besos a solitas en el lago
Tomamos cafecito en el restaurante al lado
Por debajo de la mesa como Luis Miguel te agarro
Donde quieres ir?
And think they gon' slide by the base
I call a foul on the play
Get that boy out of the game
Get that boy out of my way
Keep your ass out of my lane
Bitch we
Yeaa, uh
Uh, u-uh
Yeaa, u-u-uh
Yeaa, uh
Uh, u-u-uh
Uhh, uh
Yup
I don't trust a soul
I do all that shit by myself
Okay I'm lying
Got like 5 partners
religions casual and religions intense
All religions fear Miguel
My strikes are fatal, to your style
That's infantile like prenatal
Your mic's a child that's
up with her coke face
I feel like Miguel angel i’m a king
If ion f**k with you I let my celly ring
I got my shooters they gone make your blood gleen
If
Where and when will our lives begin?
Where and when will we ever win
The freedom to change
Everything we've been?
We've checked it all out
And now
generation is all around this nation
If you look into my guitar you will find another sun
On marche des kilomètres, on dors dans la galère
Esquive les vipères,
my homie through these years
Known him since the 5th grade
We was talkin' 'bout all the times we used to get paid
Get the girls, stay out late, we was
and conversating bout how I'm okay
Getting roasted by Miguel and Davis yeah okay
And we be chillin real loud
Camp Real Friends
Livers probably yellin drought
wife like
(Yeeahhh)
I been dreaming all alone
You been at some shows with people singing on these songs about you..
Oh babygirl you know I came without
Written by: James Ray, Miguel Cordova
Look what walked in she's fine and flossy
She's such a flirtatious dime piece
Baby smooth skin
She got body
by my side
Everyone needs a ride or die
Feeling like you bout to drown
Hold you up not tear you down
They could never pull me down
Try to take away my
here well
Take me up to your rooftop garden
By the balconies all made of wood
Call down to the streets proclaiming pardon
Contemplate the beautiful
Smashing heads with a bat you may think that I'm Negan
Enough with the beef I just wanna be vegan
Miguel is her brother I just wanna be Egan
The girl got
lemons you don't make lemonade, because you can't just drink Your pain away (Ando mal del coco)
No one understands, all they do is shake hands like they
to La Guardia
Super smacked, I just poured two fours, Miguel Cabrera
All that capping that you doing, might as well go sell New Era
Yeah my arms, I'm
ola
Ole ole ole ole ole ola
Fur den tod eines matadors
PRODUZIERT VON RALPH SIEGEL
All songs written by Ralph Siegel & Bernd Meinunger
ARRANGIERT VON
I'm on the mic I represent all colors
Last summer, I escaped from an asylum,
You know the three digits, BITCH you better dial 'em
No matter where
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