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do fury lecę w miasto
Tak Fury Fury Fury Tyson
Ty mów mi Fury Fury Tyson

Poznałem krew pot łzy
Jebać znieczulenie
Miałem zły dresscode i uzależnienie

feelings
Living's now a mission, see no pot to piss in
Seen 'em burn a village, They won't see a prison
Morning's never given, we can't ever give in
Guess

zatłoczony wagon to jak przekrój społeczeństwa
Przez duszny perfum pot i płacz dziecka
Czuję ciężar spojrzeń kpinę w ich szeptach
Z gimbem gimb mówi jaka

Co tu zrobić by się nie narobić
Taką myśl potraktuj z dystansem
Nie wierz tym którzy mówią ci
Że wszystko można dziś zdobyć lansem
Para buch wytężam

the chop dismissed his ass
Forgot the Glock up at the crib, I'm finna stick his ass
My nigga got more shit up out the pot than a Brillo pad
I got my shit

taire,
plutôt qu’regretter sa vie vie entière
Faire le mort comme un gisant en pierre,
figé sur place et ne rien faire
oser l’abnégation du pot de terre,

nigga these stores ain't gon' scam themself
These strips ain't gon' pop they self
Here, here go a knife, nigga, lets see who scrape the pot the best

Za późno, by powiedzieć nie
Mam plan na wieczór z Tobą
Choć empatii mam coraz mniej
Dzisiaj uczę się na nowo

Pokaż, co masz pod spodem
Pod tą maską

time I’m being told something the same,
By some creep holding a big bucket of paint,
We can get it done in just a couple days how irrational,

Come light

abstrakce
Nasranej na svět, každý ráno musim nachcat se
Vaše desky zní jak po výkonu kastrace
To neni pot ty kriple, začala ti laktace

Chtěl sem se oběsit,

room he don't wanna see me pop
He wanna see me rot earned everything I got
Wasn't born with a lot
Dwayne Johnson in the pot
Hit a head with the rock
Tore

The guy that made your breaks was probably drunk and smoking pot

Can I get that right away?
Sooner than now, better than perfect
You know there's just no

All my life I've always been a dreamer
Always searching for that pot of gold
I've always traveled where the winds would take me
I knew my rainbow
Was

Yeah, I whip the block counterclockwise
Baking soda make the product in the pot rise
A fuck nigga, I despise, I let a shot fly
And push the nigga's

in they eyes when I
Speak, and I know as I pass by, yeah
That life is a bitch and I’m fuckin' her
Raw and it’s straight in the backside, yeah
I make

the whole pot
Around her front bot
But she had a bit of discharge
And the yoghurt went off

The sight was unattractive
The yoghurt was bio-active
So she went

in the kitchen, gripping a pot handle
You sitting for clipping
An innocent bystander
Low income livers grew to be
Niggas with high standards ay, look

crack (Uh, huh)
Cell tapped, all tabs
We don't fuck with gel-caps (yeah)
Opened up a pill spot
Crunchin' on the curbside (What else?)
Spinnin' in the pot

get it from her mama
He want it yeah hop on it yeah
Lil woadie yeah keep going yeah
Got that saucy drip that they look for
Fresh up out the pot bitches

Griselda, by Fashion Rebels yeah
Reject, nigga griselda

Fuck your chain and your watch
With diamonds inside the bezel
Fuck your favorite rapper, I

niggas cop bowls
My Ricans (sp) grab it by the crop load
Duckin long ranger on the desert trail
Strap a mule down, they call her "Santo"
RIP cecil Bri

Where the dispersed, without the yard debris
I want this prophecy to be my pot of gold
But these dark clouds will never
Ever let the sun show
There ain’t

got doper
You can't see that, you got glaucoma
I'm not joking around
I'm choking you out sodapop soldiers
We got heat you can't touch
Even with pot

in a melting pot
Black child going mental
Brothers underground who's next
Feel the venom
These snakes ain't tame moving independent
(police) without