Lyrics:
425, 425!
It's SCP-425!
Yeah yeah!
425, 425
It's SCP-425!
425, 425
It's a TV
He broadcasts himself.
It's SCP-425
He was safe, but now he's Euclid.
Intro:
Okay, Richenrare baby
Bitch I'm from the Ville!
Hook:
Bitch I'm from the Ville! I rep the 425
Shorty gimme brain, sharp as a porcupine
the 425, The feeling right, the feeling right in the 425
Vision, I got you hooked and I'm fishing, riding straight to the top no stops or permission just
Bought a bitch he gon pay the price
Midnight feelin nice
香车美女 425
兄弟齐心协力加足马力we gon finna roll the dice
模仿我的兄弟我劝你这都是bad advice
Downtown exercise
Sit
Me and the gang we be up on the road I think that we going to victory
I'm with the MGB 425 bros you know that we tryna make history
Nigga if you know
See, I done grown up way too early
And I bet you can't relate
On the 206 or 425 on 90 interstate
Where the greatest die too young before their
I make $4.25
Barely enough to stay alive
And it sucks making minimum wage
The same as people half my age
My brain is turning into crud
And my name
five
Link up na by 4:25
Sharply call my taxify
So we go Jaiye till we're twenty five
She dey call my eighty five
Link up na by 4:25
Sharply call my taxi
MAKE THE MINIMUM
OF 4.25 AIN’T ENOUGH
THAT WON’T CUT IT
I NEED A LIL BIT MORE
SO I LOOK LIKE I’M PIMPING
LIKE SCOTTIE PIPPIN
HP ENSEMBLE
Do do do
international
4-0-3 bis 4-2-5, das Cash Flow, Cash Flow
Webster und Schoko, das ist Cash Flow
Und sie fragen: "Wieso hängt die Roli an deim' Arm", ja (Wieso?)
là
425 pour le faire tu l'sais tu l'sais déjà
Dans ma tête sa tourne vite dans ma tête sa tourne Taff
Oseille, pesos, dineros, maille...
Baby bounce
Her street address was 4-2-5 heartbreak
Drive
Says she knows, she knows, she knows she crossed
The Line
And I know I've said it one too many
Times
and Scratch, do it since possin nuff threats
We knockin brothers off the fields like the Mets
Chorus 4.25X: Busta Rhymes
Come in, come in the trip
Makin moves
you looking sad baby imma lil' flirty
Take a shot of this drink it's a lil' dirty
Play she wanna play
Down on 425, 425 down on Clay
Everyday, Everyday
at the door,I'm your dad and you my born
Hol'on come back here I ain't done
We can spit your block with my gang 425
Never try sum funny gee I just bought a pipe
You
the blessings
And it is some stupid niggas out here fucking fetching
Death and sin just spoke to me and told me I was destined
4.25 4.45 Smith and Wesson
No need
caralho
Safada tu empina pra mim
Te dou tapa no rabo
4:25 da tarde
Bolando um beck, que eu trouxe a seda
Skol Beats na mesa
Que eu pego o Xaropinho,
me 2, your coffee's coming up'
Total came up to £4.25, spending my life savings
But at least I have the cup the wrote my name on
She spelt it wrong
But
boring
1:25 texts in the morning
Remembering the times when we were adoring
4:25 texts in the morning
Sat on the kerb with eyes that are raw and
4:25
Who got the whole song in they head made up before the bass?
Who had guns in his face and didn't hesitate?
Who dropped 425 Freestyle, had the whole
mother only one that will know
And I pray to god
That I'll never ever loose hope
4-2-425
Lost hope
Suicide
I just wanna end my life
Never thought you'll
the fear in her eyes
She said “you gotta go,
This man is 6 foot 4 and benches like 425”
I should probably get my...I’m sorry, I’m sorry you said he benches
00:01:22,400 --> 00:01:25,920
il travail pour chaque coté et il joue le militant sa lacheté à dépassé tous les dugrés
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je me
them thighs
Runaway when responsibility arrive
My rotten 425
Stay high, fuck using the mind
So lost, in the sauce, why do we even try
To live better for
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