Lyrics:
a cola que me prende hoje
Fala inglês, me chama de friend
Quando cê me olha: oh no, my end
Bate um bolão tipo Beckham
Feiticeira desse beck ham
Joga pra
Bom, Bonito e nem Barato.
Nem reality show de TV
Isso é Beat do End Bolado
E se fosse pra acender.
Era Boldo, Beck ou Baseado.
Tu exerga mas nem quer ver
and my friends
We making it out of the ends
Tell Z imma cop that whip
Tell Becks imma cop that Benz
Da Community setting the trends
Way too real we never
back (what what!)
The superthug is back, is back
(yo, yo, yo I give you a pound and my tigger finger stick out!)
Index that, I drink a becks black
You see me, you know that I'm on my Deen
Down to get down anytime by any means
Known to be OT, reppin on any scene
And all about the paper, we
total da um trago do lemon haze
Vim pra ser titular nao pra entregar gatorade
Griselda no beat by Dre
No beat do Lozza quem amassa é Drope
Desculpa Torvi
Trapped by the, trapped by the, trapped, trapped by the, trapped by the, yeah
Trapped by the walls like Jericho got me, cause a problem and repair it
they were swallowed by flames.
It's the end of them, and their holy era.
Soon all of heaven will be in flames.
Heaven's doomsday roars, when their
to an end
The end of an era is here
It's time to attack!
Into the motherland the German army march
Comrades stand side by side to stop the Nazi charge
arrived
Cornered by the order
Checkmate sucker, not a move, game's over!
Clocks bending backwards, many cannot get with me
A logical man, I'm the epitome
My
game
Critically acclaimed, until my last day
Y'all better stand up or sit down, cause I'ma be here
Pull up a beach chair and pop you a Becks beer
game
Critically acclaimed, until my last day
Y'all better stand up or sit down, cause I'ma be here
Pull up a beach chair and pop you a Becks beer
and mine
Is home to hers just part of the time
Close the gate, by god, she's leaving the ground
Up there time's a foregone end
They can race the sun
the evenin' ends
Till the evenin' ends
You don't have to answer
There's no need to speak
I'll be your belly dancer, prancer
And you can be my sheik
I
at the end?
Setting all on fire
Exchanging pleasantries
The state is dire
Followed by vivid scenes
Veins in your neck
Turn 'em complaisant
Veins in your neck
Im on my own level
Im sick of these trash rappers
This the start of a new era
And no I could never hate on you
Just want you to do better
I’m sick
Tô raspando a placa, tô a mil na pista
Se eu viro pra trás é bala em racista
Eu fujo dos polícia baforando um beck
Tenho que achar meus mano pra colar na track
Twos with the threes
In a coup with the keys
Get the noose the recluse got the truth for the geese
Whos got the fee
Got the booze by the G
Get
Cruzou no meio já era la foi guardei,
Postei uma foto tipo gangsta
Ligou pra não esta com cara de Frankstein
Pow pow popstar
Puxei lá no histórico e se não
component of the dystopian era
The psychedelic drug LSD rapidly spreads across the West Coast
Creating a variety of change from the rise of the San Francisco
A nomad known to all
With fifty girls to attend him
They all send him
Jump at his beck and call
But you won't need no harem
honey
When I am by your side
back
Touched down on the ground with a stern crash
Dispatch all the crowds who react
Critics aren't finished getting burned by our raps
Nobody expected
I'm roaming the internet.
Stalk mode, in my zone when I hit the becks.
Or when the Jose Cuervo tequila ends.
Shit faced smoking darts old winny reds.
No
Will things ever get better?
I'm hopeful of that
For way too long I been down and out, by my lonesome and sad
So, I went and met the homies instead
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