Lyrics:
Yo Saca you got a banger with this one (aye)
Hahaha, yo what up Hazed
Okay (Saca on the beat)
Goin' through P's through elbows (uh)
Smokin' that
ndik tsafr f voyage l mi3raj
R.a.p bien sécurisé ta7t ri3ayti samya
Hallelujah l'old f lsani mn lws5 yndaf
Même li 7sb kro xi5 ta7 tri3 ayti masya
Li
You know what I showing
Bass ko bda base ko bada
Haa western culture sign ka koi mol nhi
Haa Jinka R.I.P time se phle unke hme gyan naa do
Sina chauda
speaking there should stop
It's written when I drop
Your shit gonna flop
Your kicking so sloppy
Getting spank by your papi
You should know my P
They call me
yi
Nnye mahoden
Eye nyame adom
Nyame adom
Mase a mete yi
Nnye mahoden
Eye nyame adom
Nyame adom
I am alive
Not by my strength
Not by my might p
By
blue sky and a clear blue day
Fo' a G from D-P-G to wear clear blue and gray
I come, I came, I am, I ain't
The nigga you wants to fuck with, get
kind
P-R-I-D-E
P-R-I-D-E pride!
P-R-I-D-E
P-R-I-D-E pride!
Ooh it’s okay
To figure yourself out day by day
Try on different things
To see what makes
'm running away with the game
It's 'cause I am, don't speculate, spectate
All I got is d- for days and insults for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, lady
Wild man is who I am,
People call me superman,
I can fly so fucking high,
Shoot a laser from my eye
Drive my car when it too far,
Navigating by
school was internet
So I smoked Jack in there
With no an underwear, teached by Mary Jane
About working hard as Czech Minister, please
Am I too fuckin' high
surrounded by docs
Still SB when surrounded by opps
Heard it's rumors they talkin' I'm hit what ?
Trollers keep me outside of your lip
NFL but I slide with
Organic
(Young Smoke Lee)
Bitch think Im stupid
I got hit by cupid
I hate when I do this
Gave too many chances
I might throw up deuces
I feel
'll give you something to remember me by
From the a.m. to the p.m
I put it on him when I see him
This weekend ain't strictly for the weekend
We can
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
New chinchilla, P-IM-P (Chinchilla)
I'ma get up in her like the end of IV
(Get in
Big tune (whoa) kingston, SB mad!
It's Dream Weekend
What you and your friends eating?
Yes, I'm seeing new girls, hardly speaking
Call the deacon,
the p**** up and I'll trade you the memory for it
In the bedroom forever
That's what her roommate will tell you
Man I just hear this s*** and think about what
Splattered on the pavement
I'll be doin' this till
My muthafuckin' days end
And we be goin' in from the P to the AM
Westside native, rollin' up faded
She ain't
[Chorus]
I am the Bullgod
I am free and I feed
On all that is forsaken
(I'm gonna get you)
(I see through you)
(I'm gonna get youuu)
I
Keep the p***** by my side and I stay low key
She was a devil in disguise and she preyed on me
Now she got all of my guys throwin shade on me
They don't
är bra så.
1-2. går bandet?
Här är det magnetband som rullar och rullar!!!
Upptakten kan do fixa på nåt annat va?
melody
Mixing the lean with no recipe
This niggas be p p p
Can't fuck with no o p p
Glock 23 going beep beep beep
Am sipping emzolyn
Promethazine
I got
too many snakes I done called homies
(Snake)
Don't judge me by my past Im done with the hoeing
Who am I
(Who)
Askin all the time
(Yeah)
Who am I
to last
I got the drive, I'm going fast like flash
Get in my whip. Yeah, I'm doing the dash
P-H-E-N-O-M-E-N-A-L
My money in line, long as hell. I am not
Intro
I’m coasting
Coast to coast bitch I’m floating
Already a p, but I bearly put my toes in
Chosen
Heart cold bitch I’m frozen
Uh, ay ay ay
HOOK
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