Lyrics:
murach mijam tagi C H A D A
Mija rok
A ja ciągle czekam aż zadzwonisz brat
Tu paru typów chce zajebać rap dziś
Sami zakładają sobie na łeb wory - plastik
to other guys
Heard my voice and she start gettin' butterflies
Thing don't jam, that's why that's my type
Bro don't hop out the whip, let's drive-by
Got
jest najlepszy?
Hahahahaha
To dla ekipy, by przy tym kiwała głową
Bufetowa kopsaj cytryny, i niech się wszyscy pierdolą
Wszystko w rodzinie, nic poza nią
long
I'm living life 'cause niggas died don't deserve to
I was nearly hypnotized by her perfume
How a nigga buy you food then desert you
Baby, when
raining 可能老天爷sad
Today is raining, maybe God is sad
但有我在你旁边 这一切都不算bad
But with me by your side, nothing’s bad
I know I'm not ready
But baby you so pretty
(Chryziz)
Check
H-A-F-T, Choya
Okay
Kilos Jayjos schweben, wenn mein Telefon klingelt
Bau' auf Steine so wie LEGO, kannst mich Diego nennen
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
nemôžeš hrať v C, A, G, E milá Anastasia
Kebyže ma Predná lúbi, jáj, dal by som jej dža
No nechceli ma za ňou pustiť hajzli do backstagea
Ja zrovnám im
Caught 'em lackin', hit 'em with that stick
Hit ‘em with a stick
Huh, all this money, too many hunnids', thought it was counterfeit
I'm already popped' by
pressed the best blessing
Send these hoes threats and ride my own destine
Looking the part, I'm fresh in H. Preston
Most they come stressing, that's
was starting to see
My little brother lose himself more piece by piece
Coke turned to pills, pill turned to H
All that stuff these days is fentanyl
(Shout-out)
Yo, lil' bih, it's NKO on beat
Bea-Bea-Bea-Bea-Bea-Bea-Bea-Beats by Yamaica production, baby
Ah, per prima cosa (per prima cosa),
má DiCaprio
Na konte FEMINA, mám ju v zlate
Na sebe handry klasika H&M
No a čo, že moje auto stálo halier
Počkaj až prídem raz na Ferrari jak Madej
12
off ting
Took big, big risk in a Honda Civ
My OT block is Tobago hot
So I told cuz, "Chop all your cainrows off"
Askar blocked us right by the Costa
We
the H to the D (D), I had that work in the C (C)
We was packin' it, rollin' it cheap (cheap)
All my spots gon' roll every day of the week
By two, nigga
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