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w Polsce ziom Od 1-9-9-6 do dziś rap górna półka Ero mikrofonu mistrz super rymów twórca To jak spełnienie snów Marzenie by stać na scenie Tłumy
All over the world my niggas supply pot Rock fengashiz trying to get denashiz So when you see us below this payments kid Can't stop us Yeah them Staten
zataženej jak záclona Koukni se před barák, furt je tam to Bávo na Černejch kolech, neřek bych, že je to náhoda Neni to náhoda Chtěl by si vrátit půl roku
a couple grand felt like twenty G's Million pound later Flipped money that you've never seen Box of crow was a pot of Gold when I was seventeen I grew up in
pohyb, může říct že by ho chtěla Léto odhalí ty, kteří v zimě nemakali V zimě střílel sníh, v létě škrtám autogramy Navštívil jsem starý blok Všichni "Co
It is Wendy's, it is Friendly's, it is empty It is gay No Tyrone Biggums crack rocks where my pot at A movie director, man, I don't get shot at Unburly
to the man with a blicky? (Uh, uh) Brook on snow when the base is swimmin' FaceTime in the bando, chillin’ They show me acrylics (Huh) Pot too hot, can’t touch
(I need it) Try cop me a yard by twenty-three, say it's nuttin' but beef and trap (work) See, I'm tryna move this cap but my mans going on rude
Žádný slevy vole žádnej známej (Sám si udělám) Puchejře, krev, pot, vlastní práce (Mě boy nepomáhej) A ty zeptej se sám sebe jak máš se Svoboda nebo
Nezistil si kto, bolelo by to Idem ako Benz, yeah Pre môj moneybag, yeah Zlato na môj krk, yeah Raf Simons, mám nove shoes, yeah Všetko čo spravím je cool
Rolls Royce, yeah this a drop top .357 in the seat it'll pop pop AR peep folk, now you getting pot luck Plug come in with the dope, do the Cha Cha
me Oh yeah, let's get it (let's get it, yuh) Had to get by with pennies Twenties on twenties on twenties on twenties I'll make a few milli', I
którzy poradzą sobie z werblem Którzy poradzą sobie z tremą, którzy poradzą sobie z hejtem Którzy, dadzą sobie za nas odciąć rękę (tak) Ponieważ co by nie
phone You'll just be able to feel it in your bones The less traveled the road, less the potholes Samplin' the pot roast isn't likely Don't tell me when in
hodín strávených veriac Milión sekúnd pri hudbe každý mesiac Ide o to čo robíš, keď nikto ťa nevidí Koľko do koreňov, toľko do koruny Bez kríža nebolo by
by postel, víno stačilo Asi není to na stálo Pletu si energii s kávou Život je žíznívej, někdy nám pije krev Přichází s přílivem, zanechává stesk
me, you know I switch houses (I'm gone) Put a four-way in the pot and got six ounces (yeah) Drunk a ten by myself out a pint, I got six ounces (yeah)
brakes, and I'm runnin' stops (tires screech) So get out my way or get fuckin' squashed I'm a grown man, with a cup of scotch Puffin' pot, with southern
Kung Fu Panda Pull them bands out on camera We get shit lit just like a candle My nigga dirtied up his Fanta Yeah, scrape the pot, I think I broke
people are ugly Corrupted by money Drowning in a bottle of bubbly It's because of me that your Army retreats in disgrace Your people love you but not
a spot Myriad ingredients for flavoring The melting pot Busy running around around the clock When I walk around my hood I see The brightest and the best
way and I'm surprised (Damn) I drop up them pot (Damn) Drop buyers been lie (Damn) Drop top feels right (Damn) Since a boy I been stylin' (Damn) Every
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