Lyrics:
cottage
In the woods
We share a hooker
She taxis out on a snow plough
She's a frozen diesel whore
But she's good
Another Swedish exchange programme
some more
Smoking weed all night, Sour Diesel for this whore
4:20 every time, just open my ziplock
I'm sure you'll like what you'll find, be it my weed
Ja
Oh
Oh
Ong batla ka lebitso
Ke bua le Modimo
Ong batla ka lebitso
Never runnin outta diesel
Smelling like a feature
Bua le Modimo
Ong batla ka
Diesel give me more
I turnt my bitch into a whore
Let me fuck her on the floor
Now we evened up the score
Don’t play ties I need one more
My pockets
side
Say my name
From stage
To the stands
To the floors
The doors
The whores
You know what that’s like
You know what that’s like
You know what that’s
nigga what you know bout that shit
I had to wear Diesel jeans these lil niggas stole my fashion
The Glock 9 really gone bang
Onahana hore bailo tlwela
was ich hier mitkriege
Sind alles nur Fitna und Intrigen
Ich verlass' mich nur auf den Mann im Spiegel
Und sie feiern mich, als wäre' ich Vin Diesel
Ich klau mir dein' Lex
Sag mir wie viel Diesel ich brauch
Das ist Ice H ich bin stark geboren
Im Viertel hör' ich außer
Pac nur das Martinshorn
Dein
monday night raw
I just pull up with a stick man I feel like thor
I ain't fucking these bitches unless she ain't no whore
Keep these hundred round drums
Fuck it put some lean in my cup
I might sip dat
Nothing is the same no more
Done seeing that
Breaking backboards
All the whores love seeing that
the outside bread on an egg roll
Diesel, the measles, you don't wanna catch those
Slap foes, dap bros, welcome to the black hole
Lets all act now unless you
Your boyfriend better find another fucking whore to smash the stir up
We rap like we're on
Syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed, Hennessy, vodka
I'm
Ake Khutsi Ko Khutsa January. (Haha)
Neke Chaile Ene Nekesa Robale. (No)
Ka Nahana Ana Mane. (Grootman)
Ong Puditse Hore Wena Saan O Laase. (Kilo)
piece
Your bitch be beating down my DM, get your bitch please
Smoking diesel head spinning like Frisbee
Mix the diesel with the haze half & half
All my
for Christian Dior
Hope her mom don't find out she a whore
That bitch was boring I hit it and snore
Don't do the talking tho
Motherfuck all these
the stress
Skyscrapers tall smoken
Kyoto’s promise broken
Who’re these sentries that speak
At the Rio Summit’s peak
With condescending stares
Ponder chaos
surely been boring me
Your whores aren't affording me
I'm born in me
Sea swarm to me
But eventually I'm gonna flat the curve
Wid my ass
csk the world
a silly little whore
How can man be so greedy?
Look around you smell the needy?
See the fear
It's gotten close
Wrapped up in your ghost
Until the law is in
don't fuck with those people
Yeah, we slime that lil' boy he a weasel
Pull up, trucks yeah that diesel
Got a big gun, it not desert eagle
I'm from the 4
bouncin and leanin
The west coast seemin, keep the fo' fo' demon
And the rock is all stashed up
Roll up a little diesel, keep it hashed up
Then +Holla,
spread out the umbrella
I'm advanced boy, da doc bigalow, the man whore
Got Ms. Incredible and cat women on amcord
When neighborhood or city in a drought
the eye of an eagle
Tech, now look at the steeple
It's Tecca Nina and Beasel coming to defeat and
Diminish an evil, hit you with the strength of a Diesel
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo, yeah, yo
Catch me on yo' brochure with beachballs, at least three whores
Head wop Queens know how to work they jaws
of poppin Cris?
Why them bullets have to hit that door?
Why did Kobe have to hit that raw?
Why'd he kiss that whore?
Why?
All that I've been given
Is
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