Lyrics:
while I'm baggin' da fish
Drop me an album, now I'm pullin' a lick
Got DD3 now I feel like hoodrich
Sendin' her smoke while she rubbin' her clit
I'm
a little appeal
If you feel it, and drill it, and destroy the game
It won't be a fight
Cause the other person has to be alive
I told you in the last album
spin around, I'm the new kid in town
Yeah it's coming soldier,
April the month it's over
Yeah your run is over
The album is done I told you
What
Plus the biggest smile that anyone had ever seen
Happy as could be, it didn't make sense
Cause this little girl was surrounded by silence
All through,
on killer mode,
My date nights are on thriller mode,
Rappers' album’s filler mode,
A Silverback Gorilla in Atilla mode,
I don’t need the Gram,
To tell me who
doubt that is what he said
Then I told them about my album
That is inspired by their stuff
They even blessed the title
Almost is never enough
They said
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Say "You're welcome" say it!
I know you already heard all of my songs
On the album, do you wanna suck my dong? Aye
I know that you might don't
it cost, i got it
Ay yo I go by the name of the problem
I wanna thank my fans
For supportin' my albums
Look, y'all went and got 'em
I appreciate that
Do you think you are worth my time
You know the shit has value
Tell me how I spend it
Do you think you are worth my time
Serotonin by the hour
Tell
like I'm crushed by tons of lead
I'll say a prayer cut my last bread
Because today my story changed it's course a new path it has led
Me to a place I
any better than me
Go check the 'Gram, 'cause I got
Thousands of albums been sold
Thousands of dollars been made
Thousands of people love, bought
own album in my own studio
Can someone do my promo
I'm being way to busy since months ago
I'm sinking bro, right, left
I'm taking a step blinded by
getting parked
By their pride clouthunters outfront
While the smart boy's inside
You know I only fuck with my niggas
You know what I mean?
I don't fuck
A jednak to telewizja
(i rekomendacja starego znajomego
B-boya Batona) nakłoniła młodych
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Wojtasa i Fasiego
By zwrócić się
tribute, it won't take long
I've made some stuff rhyme and
I've recorded this song
You had a hit album called Back To Black
But then you got addicted
yourself a raft
Tryna build yourself a home but it's broken by the past
An it broken by the people that you let inside your grasp
Now you move wit paranoia
of power over
Two hundred-fifty-thousand albums
Sold worldwide and this ain't even half
The potential I possess
Invest while I reflect
Look me in the eye
another album dropping
In about 6 months
They can't do nothing
But love X ha
And it bring me joy
Day by day
When I'm not at a show
Checks still on the way
different, I'm going up passing you by
Looking for better sense and more control of myself I relapse but still yet I try
Never mind that I'ma still get a sack
to an end
Soon this album will start again
Dearest character
Adjustments must be made
So the sap was tainted
Your ungrateful for the gift i gave
So now with
(not accurate to album performance)
There are these two women
And they are on their first date
And they're both kind of nervous
I guess just because
was barely 5 for 5 minutes
Was only in it for the image
Claiming top 5, but top 5 is too gifted
And it's taken by a couple of my brothers, don't get it
ludicrous
And For you funny style guys
I'd advise you to change ya tune
When you dealing with a lunatic
There's a couple of rules we go by
No papers
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