Lyrics:
Who's that creeping through my window?
Before you come outside I got the M4
Took her to the endzone from the ends, though
Know I love to smoke,
want some juice
And I want it now
So you better move your ass
And feel bad for me
'Cause I'm just getting over a cold
I'm four years old!
(M4as! M4as!)
Yeah yeah
Dime si estás ?
(Tas tas tas )
Sorry shorty me no
Hay mas
Todo bien
Quiero más
(M4as! M4as!)
Dime me love
(M4as M4as M4
till quarter to three
Would you lock the door
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four
You'll be older too
And if you
LEVANTA O COPAO X PIKA NAS M4CONHEIRA
LEVANTA O COPAO X PIKA NAS M4CONHEIRA
LEVANTA O COPAO X PIKA NAS M4CONHEIRA
till quarter to three
Would you lock the door
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four
You'll be older too
And if you
till quarter to three
Would you lock the door
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four
You'll be older too
And if you
till quarter to three
Would you lock the door
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four
You'll be older too
And if you
can't tell you my name
'Cause I'm four days
Said I'm four days gone into running
And I'm four days gone into running
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Дядя, ты дурак если с калашом гоняешь
Дядя, ты дурак
Reachin' for the sky high and comin' down with nothin'
Feels like I'm four years old all over again
Because I'm just runnin' fast and should be walkin'
She knows darn well I'd run away
'Cause I'm too old for that
What does she think I'm three?
Not me
What does she think I'm four?
I'm more than
Tem uma glock esperando por mim m4 com boca consome
I'm looking over a four leaf clover
That I overlooked before
First is the sunshine, the second is rain
Third is the roses that bloom in the lane
'till quarter to three, would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?
Hmmmmmmmmh
You'll be older, too
Szkryt
Szkryt
Bhop Label
Wchodzę na stół i pakuje ci kule
Pierdole xanax i pierdole pule
Nosze m4, jestem za mały
Nosze m4, gdzie jest mój stary
I’m 4 years old with a name
I’m 4 years old with all the fame
I'm 4 years old with all the games
I’m 4 years old you not in my lane
I’m 4 years old ,
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weakness
And now I'm four, five seconds from wildin'
And we got three more days 'til Friday
I'm just tryna make it back home by Monday mornin'
I swear
A hundred miles
A hundred miles
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
Lord, I'm one
Lord, I'm two
Lord, I'm three
Lord, I'm four
Lord, I'm
Pacin' back and forth in my mind
Thinkin' is it really worth it sometimes, ooh
You know it get hard when I'm four drinks in
I just did too much
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