Lyrics:
RIF?
RIF?
Now, if I were you, you'd fly to New York, Moscow, Tokyo, Shanghai, and Shanghai
But here's what I don't want
I'm not your type
I'm not
And the doormat of the National League"
He told his friends, "You know, the law of averages says
Anything will happen that can" that's what it says
"But
And the doormat of the National League"
He told his friends, "You know, the law of averages says
Anything will happen that can" that's what it says
"But
We've paid in hell since Moscow burned
As Cossacks tear us piece by piece
Our dead are strewn a hundred leagues
Though death would be a sweet
We've paid in hell since Moscow burned
As Cossacks tear us piece by piece
Our dead are strewn a hundred leagues
Though death would be a sweet
of my gal
When Mike Jack made "Raining in
Moscow" I had no style
Tommy Boy stocking on my scalp
And that was like ninety-five
Now it's twenty-ten
Two
about where the sheep goin'
All I know is war, I don't stop
I keep goin'
Our shooters past at his funeral
(Man, what he do?) shit
I just made a vow
Techs, I'm not talking abt computers
In the league my shooters
She said she love the warm so I flew her to Vancouver
I know I have a dream, Mehn, I feel
We've paid in hell since Moscow burned
As Cossacks tear us piece by piece
Our dead are strewn a hundred leagues
Though death would be a sweet
the lick read? I'm in the big league
I'm a breath of fresh air, let the bitch breathe
I'm tryna chillax, but I had to do it, Dev
I'm at the funeral, like,
league
From the ghetto to the palm trees
We pour liquor caused he moved on
You shed tears but you stayed strong
And at the funeral made jokes about his
the big league
I'm a breath of fresh air
Let the bitch breathe
I'm tryna chillax, but I had to do it, Dev
I'm at the funeral, like, "I had to do it
Rev!"
pistols, ain't missin' no target
Right before the funeral, let you pick out your coffin
Had to triple cross the double cross, quadruple the losses
Sippin'
Meanwhile, I'm blowing trees
This the Major Leagues now!
You with the big boys
Who tote them big toys
And they love attention
When they spit we make big noise
Meanwhile, I'm blowing trees
This the Major Leagues now!
You with the big boys
Who tote them big toys
And they love attention
When they spit we make big noise
Bare body bag, dats all dat dey know
Bwoy ketch limp pan spot, dats all dat dey know
Dine fi di funeral drop, dats all dat dey know
Verse 1
Who you
Damn, man, I missed your funeral Shit's still sittin' with me, it ain't cool
Fool You just found a life, how you lose it, fool
I'm 27, figuring out what
to the pros
Who get head from silly hoes before we eat our cereal
Im a Rarebreed I’m a Rarebreed extraordinary league
[Verse 1]
I got my foot in the door
We've paid in hell since Moscow burned
As Cossacks tear us piece by piece
Our dead are strewn a hundred leagues
Though death would be a sweet
moscow mule me pega mejor
Madre santa, ¿Cuántas veces veladoras me prendió?
Pero aquí seguimos repartiendo el polvo
Y sé que cuando me muera, a mí
become a funeral pyre
Hey hey, come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set this night on fire, yeah
You know that it
me
Funeral costs is not cheap
And my niggas on road down creep creep creep
Think it's time to wake up, y'all been sleep sleep sleep
How could you
claim it on the insurance Monday morning. I got thrown out of the bug league in soccer, not because I'm competitive or rageful, it was my turn to bring
Ballin hard league me
(Yea)
My stylist on Paris
(Drip)
All this drip I’m wearing
(What else)
When I post they share it
(Haa)
This ice got carrots
(Ice)
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