Lyrics:
b**** me tem na palma da mão
Nenhuma b**** me tem na palma da mão
Yeah, gang, p**** wet is my f***ing gang
Yah yah
CRAZY M N***A
Filha da goda
Eu disse
n***** shook up
Police got to search we make
It hard for them to cook us
Go and get that bag all by
Ourselves we gotta push us
B O A B E N T you n*****
on the Letterman, bitch
Hungry wolves at the door, bitch, let us in
Kill 'em all, O.F. is what I represent
Say hi to the Ritalin regiment
Double S shit, swastikas
And realize it tastes like s***
That's what the f*** you get. Ain't Karma a B****
It's 9 o'clock. She's all alone
It's been 4 hours since he said he was on his
want to confess (C-O-N-F-E-S-S)
Oh confess(C-O-N-F-E-S-S)
Oh can we just address(C-O-N-F-E-S-S)
The feelings I need confessed
The truth was there when
raid o
I wanna make doe (make doe)
We all wanna make doe
VERSE 2
You dont wanna f*ck with me, ogbeni am anonymous
Carnivorous lyrics i be feeling like
ain't bubbly enough
Tried to eat some O.G. M&M's
Turns out they were Peanut M&M's
My damn cell phone don't have 4G
Now I gotta send a text with my phone
Les criteres li knty nta baghi hahouma credite mn hadouk li baghini f 7oma
Evite tgoul ola khllik sahbi solo
Ra ddorof kador o kantfnnaw ki koman
MANN WE PADED UP BY THE OOMP CAMP ITS GOING DOWN AND IF YOU DON'T GIVA A fuck IN DIS MUTHA~F**KA PUT YO MIDDLE FINGERS UP YOU'N GIVE A fuck BOUT DAT OTHA
Friends and lovers, give a call, make a match by the sound of a voice.
Why-o-you-n-g -f-are- double e, a-a-and single, sss-single.
Why-o-you-n-g -f
on sickles yeah I'm 2ed up
F*** everything you heard dawg this my hood so you can't move us
Know papi at the store
And all my ockys by the deli hold my
w Dolinie Krzemowej
Komputery każą mi być sobą F O M O FOMO
TV każe mi być na bieżąco F O M O FOMO
Chcę być tu i tu i jeszcze obok F O M O FOMO
Widzę
see my attitude is MSG
F*** it, I'm salty, the game been loss me
Pay ya dues, it cost me, who acting like I'm past my prime
Hey Carlton Fisk, n****,
till I die, why? 'Cause I'm a Play be O why
If you come from the bottom put your hands up
The hood f*** up the rap then put your hands up
You and your
F R E E P A L E S T I N E (freedom)
F R E E P A L E S T I N E (freedom)
F R E E P A L E S T I N E (freedom, oh yeah)
F R E E D O M (freedom)
No
cool)
C to the ... Double O L
I'm clean (I'm clean)
I'm so clean you can eat off me
Im fresh (I'm fresh)
F to the (arrah) E-S to the H
I'm fly (so fly)
my circumferance
It’s like traveling the seven seas
And last without a compass
Lured in by the sirens
I’m Poseidon spitting violent storms
I’m here
feat. Mobb Deep
Uh huh, yeah
Cluminati..
Q.B. (New Mobb Deep)
For the year 2G
(Best of Queens)
N****z know what the f*** I'm talkin bout
If
a car, but I could buy one every week
Pimpin' like I'm 33, move keys like I'm 36
Ship O's like I'm 28, Tacoma know I'm pushin' weight
O-X-Y I'm in your
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
depend on when you started on the bottle
Ain’t no rhyme or reason we just caught up in the cycle
Ready for the season outside with your crew
F.O.M.O. ain’t
tell me bout Camana Bay and how that the island got endangered iguanas
And I’m fascinated the conversation is amazing 12 o clock hit and we faded
Moved
about typing or doing no diss (no, I don't)
Don't be fooled by the shit they do in their vid's
Harvey Nicks, I'm doing a quid
Probably wear that shit
all I know
I'm from the V-A double L-E-J-O
I do it fo the 4 fifteens in the back
I do it fo the husslas the G's an the macks
But you could relax kick
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