Lyrics:
dann Heartbreaks
Führerschein nach 2 Wochen verloren wegen Car Race
Das ist balln an der Base-End nenne es Space Jam
Oder God Bless ohne Zweifel Album
stackin
I made a new album, fourteen times
Hoes screamin out Too $hort keep rhymin
I got rich screamin BITCH
My favorite word; I hear it on - E
stackin
I made a new album, fourteen times
Hoes screamin out Too $hort keep rhymin
I got rich screamin BITCH
My favorite word; I hear it on - E
before they even try to get me
If the enemy tries to mob
Get mopped by the Boo-Yaa hit squad
Inmates from the mad house, comin from the lock-in
Chilled
side you got to know
Keep a calico by the bedside, this what I'm all about
Now which one of y'all motherfuckers shot up my momma's house?
It
double dutch
Ow, the bubble butch
All up in the party swangin' E's and C's
Wit a car full a heat, hope you want my beats
I came to the party dog by
"Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!
Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
Triple C's, 305, B-O-E give us room
Whip the keys
Mind on the bud
E pill you feel nothin' but love, girl kissin' girl
That's what's up, I'm at the right jam
This is fly, I, spilt my drink, tryin' to get
time to feel you out
B&E
Clean da house
He can’t hang
He running out
Hold my weight cant hold me down
Middle man I clean him out
I kno few ways how get
all in your face
Like sneakers you can get laced, trying to run up in my place
Had a stash house, had a crack house man
Had about a couple safes
Is that
światło dzienne
Ujrzał "L Niño Vol 1", jak na razie ostatni
Studyjny album artysty w muzyce
Znowu słychać klimat
House of Pain i Cypress Hill
Ale też g-funk
Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts
It’s too hot up in the kitchen
Had
we're rarely disrespected
I got all the time that I need to kill
What's that time?
It's time to get ill
You been fully captivated by that funky ass
we're rarely disrespected
I got all the time that I need to kill
What's that time?
It's time to get ill
You been fully captivated by that funky ass
parlay and desi
E C the mob
Gotti and pesci
You fuckin’ wit’ 12
Like laura and eddie
Damn
Better make way
Album dropping
Niggas screaming may day
From
to the hood, head to the club Breath full of liquor, Mind on the bud E pill you feel nothin' but love, girl kissin' girl That's what's up, I'm at the right jam
to see me by myself
But I get to the show and rhyme over myself
A couple dudes get to rappin' too
And they're sayin' my words, just displaying
the E come with, what?
The rap supreme Naseem Hamed
When I hit, the jam comin straight for the head ("Watch me!")
This be the song at hand, understand
dutch
Ow, the bubble butch
All up in the party swangin' E's and C's
Wit a car full a heat, hope you want my beats
I came to the party dog by myself
Twenty
couldn't ignore this kid
Because his music was actually so good
And so influenced by that kind like sample-based house
Er and boombap sort of stuff that's
N.I.E. to dla twardych słowo
N.P. gdy pytają skąd to masz od kogo
N.I.E. gdy znajomego dziewczyna
Daję do zrozumienia że chce się
Ktoś powie hajs
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
look around
[Erick Sermon]
I rock house from old folks to childern
Squad comin through knockin down your building
Lyrical murderer, who you be?
We
And the plays are unlimited, no quarters to beat em
Peeping out the front, surrounded by the classics
Same day Gojira dropped Fortitude, I ghosted on Pac-Man
Then
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