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a bum
Could've bought a new gun, what I spent on my charm
I get cheese by the pound, this is not Parmesan
I'm smokin' broccoli, countin' up lettuce
In

of the past
Let go of the future
After that life became a lil smoother
Cause I was like
Fuck yo Sugar daddy
just send me addy
My car don't pass emissions
But I

drive-by, they in slow-mo, I just walk up
Nigga, I'ma make sure those crackers don't find you, call it chalk dust
Yeah, 4301, just without the bums, ain't

don't see us like a blind spot
While they dick riding, might as well rock a crop top
This heater by my side, gon really make the spot hot
Ain't no touch

Jak by to było, gdyby hajsy spadały z nieba
Krzyczałbym wtedy "money"
Bo mi manny nie potrzeba
Wskoczyłbym do wanny wypełnionej dwusetkami
Z

make them youngins get actual
I know some real lil' crips with some slats too
Fuckin' KD, spendin' Benz
Missed the first time, we gon' spend it

I need

Grown men don't go missing i told you before, I thought you would know by now
Fuck around and wake up dead
That shit cost a couple thou
If he live it

Flow so cold never hear no gums
Shot to ya dome now you sound a lil dumb
Hoes in the roto
Dough by the boatload
I don't even know no mo

30 for 30
I'm

is all I got
That's on my family
Pull up with that 38, it's too late to run
And I put him on First 48
You know I got the drum
Bah bah bah-bum, we

nineteen
Wish I could kiss her on her cheek
Wan just did a ten, he got out
Ain't miss a beat
Ridin' 'round in a Benz
Gettin' massaged by the seat
Lil' nigga

Ayo, check it
The power's in the information
Not in that bullshit, fly by
Now you a slave to the hype
Fraudulent fuckery I ain't takin'
Streetz'll

gettin' money by the way that they greet us (yeah)
So much ice, my nose's gettin' runny, they thought they could freeze us (yeah-yeah)
I'm talkin' white

feel like Brooks
I ain't arguin' with no ugly bitch that act how she look
Wipe the back of your neck and tell me how the towel look
You lil' bum bitch

Hunnid in a chop', that's a C cup
Bitch, I see you hatin' through the peephole
Stomp you in Margiela's in a peacoat
She a bum bitch, but love

jackpot (crunk jackpot)
Tak zařvi ayy, ayy, ayy
Crunk jackpot

I když už skoro nepiju, dneska bych lil jak Jon
V levý ruce drink a v pravý blunt, děvko

Hip Hop Bommi Bop

Die Toten Hosen

Unter Falscher Flagge [Bonus Tracks]

1984

class
You can be a smelly bum sitting on your ass
You can be a king or even a queen
And when you drink Bommerlunder you're on the scene
You see, get

bych lil jak Jon
V levý ruce drink a v pravý blunt, děvko
To je crunk děvko
Tlak jak tank děvko
Udělej dřep, udělej dva, děvko
Já a mí boys, patří nám

I'm top two, and it's been that, lil' bro can't fight to save his life
But with his knife, they might give you a shit bag
Might give you a bad day