Lyrics:
Harry Wayne Casey, Richard Raymond Finc
os meus manos
Foda se os duas caras
Bitch no cap
Ela joga a raba
Lambo na garagem
No pé balenciaga
Bruce Wayne
Olha o jeito que ela geme
Não sou harry
had more holes than
A bag lady's tights
Germany made a mockery of our defenders
Wayne Rooney had the touch of a sex offender
It wasn’t just Capello's
plays, scoring now
Running man on a paper chase
Every day, hunt it down
First place first place
Andre
Who the champ now
No gang, no troops
Bruce Wayne with
Dear Wayne, if this shit ever gets to you
Listen to me
There’s some things I should have said to you
First of all, every rapper need to bow to you
Yea
Feeling like I'm Bruce Wayne with a whip
Imma need a new chain for the drip
I ain't never losing aim with a clip
I feel like harry potter with
like the next one
I don’t want to listen to The Game, I’m all about that little guy named Wayne
"What a shame!"
So right there, I look up
It’s too late,
Never let the party die
It's Pointz and Type
I'll suffocate this beat best believe it
Like fucking duck taping the mouth of a baby fetus
Casey
get receive attention
I had a vision that we bound to repeat my ex
A Bruce Wayne in detective mode then I see a text
A Deja vu
Now I’m back at square
Diamonds on me sing like they Harry Belafonte
Skinny ass jeans and some OVO MJ's
Can't go to the 6 until the record is a clean slate
Might just grow
"Harry called while you were out," she said.
He asked, "Was he drunk?"
She said, "No, but he'd been drinking.
I could tell."
"What'd he want this
it more?
I kiss their faces like Casey whenever I'm in court
I can't keep making fire, I never pass the torch
Lil' Bruce Wayne, I'm so special with
little Stuffies Club
Minnie Mickey, Minka, Comb, Lucy, Rabbie, Samuel, Coco, Casey, Monster Doll oll
So many Stuffies to play with, all day and all night,
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I'm
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I'm
flashlight
They be tryin get her but
She holding on hella tight
I got that ack rite thats what she like
Lil Wayne
Uh, fresh out my Bugatti, Polo on my body
Im
The people asking me ''Wayne
What's crackalacking''? I can't kid
I ain't smelling out my ass, mama
I ain't shit but you can't tell my mama
That I
Yeah, uh straight forward, no hooks
It's like this, yuh
I'm glad I found this
Took off at 12 and now I'm grounded
The closet is so surrounded
Casey
started alright
Then there's Vince who's the man
Without him there's no ride
Original music
What we supply
We got Harry and Casey
Who helped me to write
stompin'
A Town meaning angels not yet in coffins
Wayne inspired me to rap
Naa I'm just joshin'
I turned the radio off no
Need for shock jockin'
Listened
Le vent souffle en Arizona
Un État d'Amérique dans lequel Harry zona
Cowboy dingue du bang bang du flingue
De l'arme, du cheval et de quoi faire
Watching from the tv
Listening from the radio reminding me of
(Pac or Big) , he ate his prone
He wear that mask like Jason or Casey Jones
Buy and sell
Le vent souffle en Arizona
Un État d'Amérique dans lequel Harry zona
Cowboy dingue du bang bang du flingue
De l'arme, du cheval et de quoi faire
yea like my name is Sam Puckett
Play with my diamonds like they are a puppet
Rappin on these beats like Wayne Wayne Wayne Wayne
And you know im bout
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