Lyrics:
Once every hundred thousand years the most epic party in the universe will be thrown by Ninja Sex Party, as it was foretold in the scrolls.
So take
I wanna ask only you, four-car garage
Rihanna and Kobe, in my entourage
It's plenty of room, backyard to shade
Don't carry it out
Me and my baby, I
Dostal jsem dar popsat momentální stav
Musíme zpátky do práce, musíme zlikvidovat smrad
Musíme báby nasírat, chápeš, diktovat je slast
Hádejte kdo
Yea. Story time homie.
A lil knucklehead. Fightin' til his knuckles bled/
Influenced by surenos. He had no love for red/
Had to be tough and rep
get subpoenaed
My baby momma mad and my girl look like a genie
I got racks like Venus, wanna stack ?
Red like panini, eating steaks and zucchini
Wit' ya
story, Lloyd
Hey world, yeah, I know it's been a while
Thought I'd come around to let you know what's up now
No album lately so my mind is kinda up,
came
But maybe some of these babies need a diaper change
The driver talk about hiding your plane
But I don't care though
Flyer than a jet not a lot
wouldn't spin without gangsta shit
I don't know what you've been told
But baby somebody told me
(Only the strong will survive)
If I die press play to bring
those jeans
Got a crease, and it never ceased to amaze me
By the individual hustle, that'd pay me
When I got to provide for my baby, and maybe
I be
[Mr. Serv-On]
what's up Zone baby? Zone drop this here
Look here I usually never talk about what I got
But every once in a while you know
I'ma let
But nevermind that old money, I'm tryna get a new buck
Buy the nubuck, fresh size 12
And ain't nobody help me - we did it by ourselves
Inspiring
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
Verse 1: The Quiett
Illionaire baby
언제나 내 인생은 타이트해 yea
dollar signs on my 나이테 yea
큰돈이 필요해 난 right now yea
i hustle harder 그게 나이값 yea
그때 그 순수함을 잃어 가
Bitch dont wanna holla Bitch Im bout a dolla
I done came so sick now Ima problem (problem child)
Cant get no features on my album niggas scared of Lil
Pac
Or end up in the flames
'cause It's just too hot
Yeah, I heard your album
And Baby boy it was wac
Murder lyrics, deceving spirits sung over
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
tylko z mózgu miazgę
I co teraz? Przemoc najlepiej się sprzedaje
Nie zapominaj o tym gdy album wydajesz
Zadajesz w kółko to samo pytanie
Czy w dalszym
Všetci chceme nech nás majú radi,
Zdieľame highlighty, faily nikto neprezradí
Impresie robia fame, fame robí baby
Zaujal som nový postoj, fu*k
Všetci chceme nech nás majú radi
Zdieľame highlighty, faily nikto neprezradí
Impresie robia fame, fame robí baby
Zaujal som nový postoj, fuck
agitated
Gravitated to some people who could pay me
I made some albums, made some babies
You were lazy, sitting, bitching
I slid in like it was lubricated
So
on the cover of the XXL magazine, lil nigga
This ain't no make believe, we just make believers
The only thing you and your enemies agree with
The album could
of secret gon' reveal
You go sell out like an album deal
Shame on you, baby
The blame is on you, baby
Can't believe mi soldier girl get weak like an old
are loved by everybody
Everybody’s platinum selling album, caught an early body
I mean, both my offerings went double platinum
So that means the people
the remix
I go by the name of Sacario
[Fat Joe] Yeah!
[Sacario] Angela, Joey Crack
[Fat Joe] Pick the music up man
[Angie M] Let's do it
[Sacario] We 'gon
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