Lyrics:
wredna call out my name
Wiesz dobrze że mam paraliż nerwów can't feel my face
Wiesz dobrze że już nie ufam żadnej jak w Twenty Eight
Kogo chcę okłamać
three, thirty two
Thirty one, thirty, twenty nine, twenty eight
Twenty seven, twenty six, twenty five
Twenty four, twenty three, twenty two
Twenty one,
I was raised by gorillas
If my life were a movie
It'll be labeled a thriller
Been cold with the flow name a rapper that's chiller
I've been styling
play hard
Lock it down good D no playoffs
I'm Ballin like Harden swear that I'm all In
Twenty five-eight I don't need me a day off
Blame it on the shit
your thighs and take a
Seat right here, I'll forty one and twenty eight ya
Time to multiply it's only human nature
She said she ain't no freak
And we
a take, twenty eight then I make
Twenty nine, by then, I'll have a Grammy
Show up in my jammies, bring the whole family
Then dirty thirty, I'll be feeling
swing by for the stress, she a thot too
Let her roll that up, she can roll that
Twenty on ten, got the gas on me
Stay woke, never catch no Z's
I'm a never
will set up somethin' for the weekend
So stop dreamin'
I already got my share of demons
If I leave you swear I won’t be tweakin'
Have another shorty by
grown ain’t telling me shit
I was sixteen when a nigga turned six
Now I’m eighteen fuck a bitch twenty eight
You do the math I ain’t walk cross the stage
eight had to be baking soda by itself
So papi fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen jag I just grabbed
Isn't he wonderful, just twenty-eight
The savior of writing
You and you and nothing but you
Miles and piles of you
Pushing through windows
a.m.
Tell you what, this is a fuckin' a smooth day
Being ripped apart by a hundred and eight
Fuckin' bullshit
This is the worst fuckin' hangover I've
I'm trying to move 1 one brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more
I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks raw
(I smoke one ounce staring
I just had to get it baby why you mad at me
Glowed up on a weekend it’s a Saturday
If you need some then call on me
Top floor girl you know me
Still
weekend
No matter what
It's gonna be alright
Pack your stuff fast
Call me
When you arrive
You gotta make your luggage
Go far away
Take a break
Twenty twenty
Twenty dollars before the weekend's over
So set him up
Then let him fall
Turn him over in your hands
God save the king of New Orleans
Got a ticket
Twenty for my girl and eight for my bro
Take 'em from eachother, huh, wait, hold on
Divide it by the beast, break me out of my shell
Twelve by six,
casin' out your crib, tryna pop your fuckin' noodles
She was twenty I was twelve, man my Nana said she raped me
I jus' smiled from ear to ear, sayin'
your crib, tryna pop your fuckin' noodles
She was twenty I was twelve, man my Nana said she raped me
I jus' smiled from ear to ear, sayin' take me baby
Expansive six-room mansion taken by the government
Making Manson moves big guns I'm loving it
Suckers hit I'm dubbin it
Clubber lang clubbing it
Sometimes I go lose my mind, then I feel numb
There's twenty-four hours in a day
I used to split it eight, eight, eight
Eight work, eight sleep, eight
If it take fourteen for the HP
Then it's twenty-eight for the Whole if we talking dough let's talk some dough
All these dope heads hitting me up they
a rover
Once was the stranger
But now life's full of danger
But I face my enemies
Crown on my chest like a major
Twenty-five in my eighty-eight
Mumma raised
weekend
My end of the week commences by rippin' out the 20 inches
SOS for the road, Gerbraud's creased to the floor
No mo' sweets to flow on the sto'
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