Lyrics:
Binks, binks, binks, binks (N-I-R)
(Rim's on the beat) N-I, N-I, N-I, N-I
N-I, N-I, N-I-R-O
Ouais, N-I
(Rim's on the beat) pull-up
Ah!
Eh,
first
You touch me and we cumming by the hour
I'm ducking like them niggas outta power
And every other nigga bm in my DMs on me, so they feeling kinda
I když sem zkurveně high
Tak nikdy mě neuvidíš mít nos nahoru
A vím věci který nepovím
A i kdybych ti je pověděl, whats up, co?
Tak bys mi nevěřil
patřit k nám
Ale ani jeden nebude takovej jako ty
Držim v ruce Hennessy, leju ty panáky na zem
I když je to někdy fuck up, díkybohu za každej den
Protože
They told me five, I told 'em seven, Jordan, Jackson, other Jordan
Phelps, Tyson, Coach K, Epps, I feel like seven
I feel like Seven mama, Daddy some
and broke some local laws.
I moved way up north and grew a beard,
Now relatives and friends think I'm kind of weird.
But did you think I was heretic
Yo fellas there's a treasure trunk (where?) Up in the attic
(You mean Johnson-ohnson-on?) No-no-no-no, twenty-four karat
(How we get it?) What you
uh-huh
From one corner, to another, uh-huh
Some got, hopes and dreams, we got, ways and means
The surpreme dream team, always up with the schemes
Yeah
Hell Yeah
This that dance where, no one 's looking
You can do whatever the f**k you feel like doing man that 's the Moses twist to me
I 'm
And wonderin' how on earth I should be feelin'
I'm dealin' with my taxes and my 401k
Dealin' with losin' more ground every day
And reachin' for a dream I still
second fast
I got all of these street niggas quoting me,
Five k you can roll up this dough for me
Tell your uncle to go get your aunt for me
My vid got
chill by incognito wbić po nokaut
Oprócz treści trza mieć forme bo choć będziesz cipo złota
Nie podejdzie nikt na krok jak wyglądasz jak hipopotam
Chcę
Show
Sonntag warst du leider taub und low
Am Montag um sieben kriechst du ins Büro
Montag mittag boxt du deinen Boss K.O.
Dann testest du sein
Without my bending
Ending all existence, my rhymes blending
Niggaz up and liquifying
Punks are crying
Crews are dying
While the mack keeps shining
he's a runnin a gang
But, I hear he's doin' o.k.
Got a cozy little job
Sells the mexican mob
Packages of candy cane
He's the one they call Dr.
see through
Comme le grisou, j'ai mis deux K
Sur un suit rouge de Spirou
Dans les Wordup!, j'me suis faite props et boo
Au show du Wu, on s'est fait boo
on the fifth floor (Skrt)
Nigga found a vein in his
Thighs and started snorin'
Wake up every mornin', thank Allah
Thank Allah
Fuck breakfast, get the soda in
it
See no one ever says the K in knowledge until you acknowledge it
This as been a lesson in economics and politics
Mentalities and qualities my nigga
bad, bad attitude
My bad, my bad, bad attitude
I've been making all my money from my bad attitude
What's the matter boy have you never been told no by
Who was the one who picked you up dusted you off
Gave you new hope stood by you when you walked
Who was the one who made you shine like new money?
till the early morn'
Don't worry, be happy, came up from my mama chati
Now we talk about Ferraris (vroom)
And we make it look easy
P.K.C on his boys
Say ey, A to the Z, 1 2 3,
makin' no makin' no sense at all
Jus go, go to the right,
go to the left,
take a step go up n down
Hey look, lookin away,
fuck everyone and everywhere
That's the way, how we party call your crew, we be there
Baby Brown is the name, A.K.A bubblebear
Do you know what I
niggas can't change it
Shameless, shameless
No, I don't wan' be famous
(Ay) no, I don't wan' be famous (hol' up)
I'm a young scamma, scamma, scamma,
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