Lyrics:
comme Dushane dans Top Boy
I kill by riff, I'm a hot tempo
Les Quartiers Nords c'est la chopper zone
Eh merce la zone
Kodo, ça tire même au
with me tonight she gon' get 25 to life
So if I take her home with me tonight she gon' get 25 to life
25 to life
Girl she a killer in a tight dress
Ten
the G.O.A.T
And I got the game by the throat
Young Eagle goin' ape and you ain't gotta tell
I can tell you all my secrets if you swear to never tell
Got
city
Ho alzato il livello in un colpo, sì, tipo un killer
Ho preso la mira, soldi per tutta la vita
Tutto cambia, la fama ti cambia
Niente ti basta,
apes
Bitch, I don't got friends, all my niggas gorilla
Thirty racks on me, ridin' 'round with a killer
Big-ass bale same size as a pillow
Real ice
'pare
When I think about it, I'ma stare
You can tell he stressin' by his hair
We got forty bands, do the math
I remember I had Staph
All I had to do
Some of them was innocent, killers had missin' targets (uh)
Hate is a contagious disease and it's never treatable (it's never treatable)
Ridin' 'round
killers missin' a pot to piss in
His palms itchin' with dreams of executin' his vision
On a mission, watch as he grips his Glock with conviction
Can you
Bullen, sie jagen mich (wouh)
Aus der Haft, esse seit Tagen nichts (ah)
Weil mir Wut tief in meinen Magen sitzt (brra)
Drive-by, der Wagen ist Anthrazit
Mann, ich bin ein Killer (ah, ah)
Ah, ich bin Schwergewicht wie Rainer Calmund (hah)
Sie sagt: „Ich glaub', ich bin schwanger“, ich sag': „Schlechter
Now I'm down here tonight
Until the lights fill the sky
And it's just freaky
And I'm wondering why
Sitting here by the fire
Praying to God for
cousin caught a next shot
Out in yard, tryna line up a headshot
Flew back home tryna get it by the headlock
I was getting boxes, banging it in Z shots
him
Wanna act like a killer, you busta
See, I shoot this bitch up in public
You know we on that dumb shit
I'm pourin' lean in my stomach
She want
supposed to get dap
I'm like, "Man, you got murdered by your opening act!" (Get outta here!)
You ain't fucking with what I brought to the table
You just
Fuck you in the trap, go crazy
Leather look cream like pastry
Killers still hiding their faces
They still got Goddy on basic
And I still spend twenty
I met you by the third floor window
I was acting like a high school flirt
You were putting on my make up
I was looking down your shirt
You told
I met you by the third floor window
I was acting like a high school flirt
You were putting on my make up
I was looking down your shirt
You told
voy a ser un pitbull cuando la vida es tan perra (bang)
Keo getting bigger (what?)
Supported by the Narcos y los Killas (and those killers)
Look,
Cuban links
Wrist game crazy, think I need a shrink
All of my killers gon' spray for me
Right or wrong, they not gon' fight at all (Bitch)
Better
gaps
I've got killers in my contacts
One hand sign, that's a done deal, no contracts
I've got a household name that stay ringing bells
It isn't hard
from the bottom where half these cats are deceitful
Where niggas drive by and double back like the sequel
Lethal, I'm the goat, rappers should take
Five percent president with my other girl
Weavin' through traffic, can't be spotted by my other girl
She gon' go crazy, the love turn into hatin'
right round
Then you start bringing up other shit, start calling me by my government
Somehow you're right and I'm wrong and emotions are running in
If
les blédards, les clochards qui dorment dans des draps sales
Les gangstas qui meurent dans des drive-by
Les sœurs au cul bombé, cambré
D'origine du
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