Lyrics:
yourself and make love lead your day
Gotta, Gotta stop the put downs gitten to be sad, sad, sad
You can't go up putting yourself down
Gotta, Gotta stop
Sankt Niklas Packets im Sack,
Hab noch nie Packets gepackt,
Ich hab Wifey die dis macht,
Pick it up pick it up,
Gitten Ott Gitten Ott,
Speed it up speed
Palomino
Jeff Kaplan, Matt Melner, dave
Aron, Shelton Diggs, Al Gittens
Stephen Keys, Lucious May
Naem Mills, George Murdoch, Winston
Francis, Joe Cool,
n****z sing like a choir
I was wit Lang and Nick b
Rolling that icky sticky
Gittens is pulling up now
Time to go now play some Shinney
I smoke more
realism
Isn't it some shiii me n my witches gitten it
I'm Bouncing all around the town this brown boys not here meddling n no
I ain Mexican n yea getting
so damn hard to leave
I know not what I do
Keep coming back for more
I'm tired of gettin' nothin' when the nothin's worth gitten for
And if I leave
the linens
Slipping, slipping
Woah, I'm slipping through
Gitten bitten
Quick like tipping brew
Sitcking, sticking
Stuck right onto you
Getting sick from
dawg
Opposition gitten caught
Flat we footed
No focus
Cant protect yo shit
So I took your ship
Now that I'm the champ I could took you bitch
Haunt yo
Blessings, yeah
They never wait to bite the energy, yes
So turn away before you in too deep, nah
The world been Cole before the Gittens good
Put that
gitten ağlamaz mı kalbin
Diyemem gözüm hep seni arıyor
Güneş yine batıyor
Etkin bitiyor
Bak koca bir ömür daha bitiyor
Ya gün doğmadan, zaman dolmadan
respecktet,ahogy kenem el a streeten,
Nem vagyok Pál utcai, nem rágódom a gitten.
Jól van túl vicce, van pár nevetséges fazon,
Tele velük néhány megrakodott
hálni, meg aludni járnak
A fejem egy apartmanház
van faszén is és szinte minden!
Egy kis szerves önkritika
és rágódás a gitten.
Mi leszek
heter Gör, min mor heter sannelig meg Göril
Barbeinte børn i et ghettodystopi
Sinnataggen har aldri vært så jævla sinna før
Så jeg finner fram gitten
the first to walkthrough
Next up like Bynoe Gittens
They don't know what I'm on becoming my talent is hidden
The type of friend everybody liked the class
rágódok a gitten
Mint Nemecsek Ernő a zsákutcából
De az undergrundon enyém a páholy
Ánc, cváj, dráj.
Ánc, cváj, dráj.
Ánc, cváj, dráj.
Ánc,
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