Lyrics:
on, Gucci on, Gucci on, Gucci on, Gucci on, Gucci on
Told me to go by house, I'd Rather go and buy a necklace
Gucci on, Gucci on, Gucci on, Gucci on,
Try to guess your age
Bedroom eyes backstage
Hold your stare and count to ten
One... two...
Said goodbye that night
Though I knew that I'd
See you
computers shut down for the Y2K?
What if N.W.A never had Dre?
What if Eminem was black? Would he have sold five mill'?
Or would he be one out of five
Xanny, xanny cocaine
Guess that's how I'm coping
Three Gs and I put a big bag on it
She know me, I could never go back on it
Just tell me, I be drowning
idea, step by step, from the elements they already understood.
I went to Stage Three - glitter, which I sprinkled the whole thing
1. How to anchor
bitches, I bang all three
Say, "Yo, Meth, fuck it, throw a Jim Brownski
Versace, banana color robes and my socks be"
Them Billie Jean shits and they real
to see me
Like John Cena
High jab ya, huh, then wrap you like a turban
Pack a Stan in a can and ship him to Eminem
And say "Dax needs a feature" and
Pray
WANT U
(Suav3)
Crazy I’ve been feeling really crazy lately
I’ve been drowning in my sorrows daily
Only you can dig me out just save me
Girl I
I'm only goin' to give (three minutes) out of the six.
Something's wrong ( 3 minutes), I can feel it
Satan is sick. From sucking my dick.
I think
Cease (uh huh)
Comin' backstage, dyin' to get pleased
You got me, I rock the (what?), Versace and linen (uh)
While you spot me grinnin' with a bunch
A friend called me up today
I was waiting by the phone
He said, æ??y the way, thereæ?¯ a show...you should go.?
Theyæ?£l pick me up around 8
Should
Jak gdyby nigdy nic to 3W KASTA
Dirty rap gram jak Ol Dirty Bastard
Ucho nadstaw wytęż słuch mózg jak chcesz zrozumieć
Imię nazwisko klasa tak do
bad kids
I was bullied my whole life
Even called a faggot
I was drunken out sleeping by the dumpster by the maggot
My life was so tragic
But, every time
If you've been plotting on a jackpot, I can cut you a deal
I keep three eyes on the road, no hands on the wheel
Half-alive and swinging by like
where I come from, who's my friends?
Who's responsible for this little spot that I'm in?
Yo, I see them all playing in my car when I drive by
Telling all
3 AM in Vegas
All day, been faded
You're on tour, in and out them stadiums
And there's bitches backstage
Tryna upstage me
How am I to know what
Everlast is comin', the funky drummer's drummin'
Ya only came backstage to make the front page
To get me locked up, or get yourself knocked up
But I ain't
hair wet
I done got 3 texts that say pull up But I ain't there yet
Spitting out the jaw is pretty hard
But that's a damn flex
Her diamonds thick
(New spot)
Old money new yacht, three girls love not (Ooh)
Met a west coast girl at my show
Took her backstage when it was over
We could fall in love for
of three I'm dead
I die first I got ahead
I self-sacrifice fuck
All the words I never said
Backstage demon goons
And angel powder
Smoking gas it getting
like my ligaments
I love her if she cinnamon
Outta bars like I'm Eminem
Counting cards like a pendulum
Swag by the ounce, I could sell it by the ziplock
to be a star, I wish upon a star
But I don't need luck, skill got me this far
By one I was walking
By two I was singing
By three and four, Eminem
it by all means
Won't no mercy when I was hurting
So now there's only love for my team
Props to Malcolm, props to Martin
Shit, I'm fire starting change
eminem czy kurwa skarbówka
Wybierz co skreślić daje 3 ziko I jeszcze dam ci liścia za friko
Lubisz ryby jebiesz śledziem kto ci da jak jesteś pedziem
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