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wyświetlenia fora jebać bycie ich wytworem
100k na fanpage'u pod klipem jest 5 like'ów
To nie wina zasięgu to wina braku hype'u
100k na fanpage'u pod klipem
last shot
100 ways to get it
Well we got 105
Who's gon' take the last shot
When you're down by five
You got a future ahead of you
So your careers
(Ertu)
(Lucas)
Ow, yeah, got a stash spot by the lake (uh-huh, yeah)
Ask how I'm doing man I'm great (yeah)
Nine ounces drying on the plate
to the airport 'cause he didn't even pack
They said they want Kyla plus 100k racks
And he agreed to it all just to get his mum back
Ten hours later Shiro's back
to grey
But when you take me, take me by the hand
It's got to be worth at least a couple a hundred grand
And I couldn't give a damn
Ain't I the king
[m. van Dyk: l. Boyarsky]
There's a kid who sees the world
A selfish kid: a good kid: a good kid
By his own means he knew the price of life
By his
The bird swims against the tide and runs through grey clouds
A hundred nights go by, the bird takes my writing to reach you
All the nights you're
The bird swims against the tide and runs through grey clouds
A hundred nights go by, the bird takes my writing to reach you
All the nights you're
hundred for a letter
If I take a step, know it's Yeezy or better
Looking off the coast like I'm wetter
On top, only thing I'm under is the weather
'Cause
hotel on Lincoln Road
This bitch irritating
Keep asking for edge control
And she suck my dick when I was driving
I lost control
I had a hundred methods in
I wrote you this song
I know, so much for so long
And tryna lay low
Guess I'll never learn
What goes around
Will soon return but by now
You
(Carried away by a moonlight shadow)
(Carried away by a moonlight shadow)
The last that ever she saw him
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
80 beats a minute, beats a minute going by
There ain't nothing in it, someday soon we gonna die
'Cause from the beginning, at the start of our lives
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
(Carried away by a moonlight shadow)
(Carried away by a moonlight shadow)
The last that ever she saw him
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
Well, yeah, yeah, yeah, One of these mornings, it won't be long
Captain's gonna call and I'll be gone
I'll be nine hundred miles away from home
24 hours to live...
24 hours to live...
Seven-thousand, four hundred, twenty three grains
of sand drop from the hourglass
It's how much time I got
diamonds on my chain
Surrounded by bad bitches I can't get 'em out my face
Maybe 'cause a nigga handsome and wealthy
Is it 'cause a nigga cook like
CRYING TIME
OH IT'S CRYIN' TIME AGAIN, YOU'RE GONNA LEAVE ME
I CAN SEE THAT FAR AWAY LOOK IN YOUR EYES
I CAN TELL BY THE WAY YOU HOLD ME DARLIN'
family went away on a weekend ski trip
And they left $100 and a note by the phone
That said: 'Don't have any company till we get home'
No company? I'm
that street life
Seven hundred block of soldiers
But I'm surrounded in this world
Where I'm loved by many
And hated by few
Respected by ya'll
do down south
(Hundred dollar bills?) with furniture in they mouth
If you like it, I love it, when its dry as a drought
If you dig it, I dug it, be
Hoes everywhere black foreign and Asian
I'ma playa by da day, yeah, hustle by da night
Yeah, I roll wit da crew who hadn't eva been light
Yeah, see 'em
yesterday
I was born in the slums, struggled from day one
Ray Charles vision, blinded by the light from the sun
No navigation, no sense of direction
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