Lyrics:
nedá za život
Furt na cestách jak kamión
Pečeň jak kladivo
Začíname tam kde iný, už stačilo
To čo nás posilni by iných možno zabilo
Kluby horia
Ayy yo, mommy
It's my first album
You know I had to do something for you
Real street niggas know, man
Sometimes out here, it's like, all you
Becher mit Urin
Hör das Album von Si doppel L A!
Mach dein Stammbaum kaputt und flieg nach LA
Mach mein Geld klar, Herr Banker, selfmade
Das ist extra
Yeah, I'm feeling like Jay-Z Annotateon Reasonable Doubt
My first debut album probably be my last, it's all good though
Us COB boys we out here,
I got bills to pay, studez to rent
Girl problems plus an album due within nine days
Stress to the brain, mumsie's going through so much pain
Every
the market
Everybody get ya body rocked by this
Whether outside or inside, nothin' can stop my ride
I hit the charts up like I hit a drive by
When my voice
in the club in Champaign they saying Garbe you hot
they like me they can't wait for my album to drop
i won't stop, RaCheer Records don't release no
The fuck you sweating on my final choice?
Aussie rules baby, fact is, the goals is beside the points
You dig? I'm deep, they shovel you shit by the week
We
wrogów buta!
Niech to wreszcie skuma każda pała zakuta
nasz czas jest teraz, nasze miejsce jest tutaj
Gdyby nie oni, to nie było by mnie!
W wielkim
shops
Screamin they love the album,
and then get near ten thousand when the next one drop
Haters try to deny the funk, but affected by the bong
They
rush to drop an album..still
Got g's and car keys...wasn't stressed without one...yo wonder how
Come
I ain't rappin and I'm stayin
a photograph in an album
Peeling plastic, yellowed pages
Tainted by so many fingerprints
I need to remember this
I need you to dance for me
Because I
Christ, the penalty is death, genius
And you can tell by my face that I mean this
I'm do or die
repeat chorus
I'm do or die, Christ or crack you must
they learn to sold drugs
A good son corrupted by a cold hearted thug
Fast life make no sense when you dead and you gone
Right now you got a chance
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got the p
I know you don't recognize me now
I dunked your tongue
How many
Moje flow stojí osmdesát osm tisíc euro
Chtěl by jsi taky takovou, co? Leda hovno
Moje bars stojí osmdesát osm tisíc euro
Chtěl by jsi vědět proč, je
a počítačový týpek
Inak by som dávno spieval oktávy jak T-Pain
Včera som nahral album, ale nechtiac som ho zmazal
Kým nahrám ďalší tvoja stará bude stará
Vravia:
and a pipe
Or a bike and a spinner, a weapon and some transport, for my little nigga
Posted Destiny up on her b-day, and got blocked by bare silly hoes
But
a song
Time cures all things
And years are passing by
But still I can hear my sister cry
I've been waiting so long
Oh, daddy, what went wrong?
How I need
Up in the clouds I got you on my mind
Roll down the windows with you by my side
Floating like Lucy's diamond in the sky
Way up, way up
Don't let me
your wings
And hit the ground see her beauty so pure
She seems like the cure
To all been deluded by her light
But behind her spell we know her so well
scratch-off's
No winners, all losers
I'm even playin', prayin'
For the day that I can go
And call up the movers
Yo, my cousin got caught
Hustlin' by the FEDS
It's
Reefers and vino, rest cures, religion and pills,
but I'm here.
Been called a "pinko-commie tool," got through it stinko by my pool.
I should've gone
Living is easy
If death is the cure
I gave you the secret
So take it, it's yours
I wanna transcend
I wanna be zen
I wanna be under the water
Away
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