Lyrics:
o carte-n UnuNouă
Cât un cvadruplu album!
Bagabonții țin cu mine, că mi se vede pe față
C-am sângele în coaie și
Sunt trecut prin viață
Bani jos,
bullshit I admit
I made the day of the album release
They bounce around like sheep
I don't listen to country yet I am bo peep
I don't like country it doesn't
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
Many kings around, only one pherro
Your mamma moving left right now
She kicked me out the house right now
Standing outside i should of left by now
put this pain in a russian cream and I fly high
High as winds can carry me, from The Beach to Waverly
Passin' the hood on the way by, see the skyline
Just know you gonna be great like you always been destined
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
A little girl is waking up this
and i also mastered it
Just got a new draco and bro i am blastin it
You guys arent ready for the rest of this album
Track 1 took your socks off jonas
wanna think, I'm feelin' happy!
But I can't think that, because I am not happy!
I pull up a cam, and look at my face
Look at me! I'm so fake!
But nobody
[Chorus]
(I'm comin'.)
How ya comin', baby?
(I'm comin'.)
This is how I'm comin'.
The album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean.
Daddy Rae
Represent (represent)
Magic Mike
Yo, I represent, I represent
I represent 10 albums at twenty seven years old
Millions of copies sold
the thorough?
BK forever representin' my borough
Push fly whips, quick to stack my chips
Too easy for you to understand my hits
When the album drops every
niggaz classic albums only sell 200 thousand
Labels be running sound scams on ya cream
That makes niggaz susceptible on going mainstream, they pulling ya
Surrounded by snakes feel like a fucking charmer
Stealing your girl like the knight in shining armour
Milking them titties like I'm a dairy farmer
Dropping
berattas, stack cheddar
When the Village was termed the Felix Mitchell, D and Black era
Real goodfellas, the whole Ville was down for whatever
Protected by
Am I good enough for them
They ain't good enough for you
Am I good enough for them
They ain't good enough for you
Am I good enough, I'm good enough,
the hills to the best
I prove that I'm witty by usin my mind
I spit from my heart so you don't confuse
Me with other crews in my city
Cause I am the hardest
By your side boy here I stand
If you're looking for a lover baby here I am
By your side boy here I stand
If you're looking for a lover baby here I am
z
I guess by now you can tell you miss me
The baddest motherfucker in rap history
One to the temple put you out your misery
That's not an album
playa-hatin for the dick
Now naw, I can't forget all them rumour-spreadin tricks
Chocolate nuts for your mouth when this dope album hits
Like a ??hoe?? out
give a dick to her
She deserved to bitch
Derversed to be bitch, so I call her bitch
Nigga, I hold me for something
She love the cream, I gave her ice
is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol something far from
holding the fo'-five
You know who I am bitch, I'm Mr. Westside
(This West West or nothin' - get your pistols, get your flag)
(Gangstas we love to sag, we
holdin' the fo'-five
You know who I am bitch, I'm Mr. Westside
This West West or nothin' - get your pistols, get your flag
Gangstas we love to sag, we
traditions carry on
Since Avalon Park days
I battle long and spark days
Being the son that I am
Got gramps offered ham for lint
She gave me the scriptures
Told
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