Lyrics:
pra homem escolher a trilha do AK-74
É reservar a própria homenagem no dia dos finados
Receita pra tênis, carro, casa, não inclui tiros
Ingredientes são
Ak-74 Dentro do porçante
Pescoço brilhando esconde o flagante
Caralho muleke Drip interessante
Elas se interessa nos meno de Gang
Encosta com
أنا زميلي بحضر فالكل بيتخرس
بعمل تراكات هيتات ونخش بيها guinness
أنا زميلي جيت أحترس
نخلصها فminute
كل كلمه بء بء Like a AK74
أنا زميلي Vida loca
AK74 pra cima da inveja que tenta nos manda pra longe,
so influencia na midia os mais procurados
Chamado de Pablito na quebrada,
comentado sempre
in vain
Forced into war
Both sides didn't choose this
Land mines death televised
Life is ruthless
Ak-74 in the hands of a student
One prick decides
back at me? I wish you would Aladdin
I will Kill Bill your wedding, I'm the one who wacked Bin Ladin
This AK74U, bap bap bap bap red dot em
Ooo! Supreme,
Big sticks ak74 he was here now he a ghost I got the power like I'm ghost he talk about it but don't want no smoke in a battle like 8 mile he gonna
attitude
Ik heb een attitude
Het liefst pak ik een Ak-74 geladen
Vieze flikkers ik los 'm zonder genade
Dood door vuurpeloton net als een verrader
Blaas al
You a pussy ass nigga if you pick up a gun
You the type of nigga that would run from the ones
Fuck an AK-74 my fists leave you stunned
When I pull up
meters headshot
No opp tics tangle down
AK 74-M came from ten
Shout out to mongoose i respect
Them both well
Very well they just passed through hell man
be ruled by words of hate
your dad says: we're at war – and his ak-74
is his spear and his sword – his religion, his law
you hear him pray, five
flipping, dumping, AK-74, I rock it
Chevy truck, Benz sucks, kid
Woah, woah, woah, okay
I make this hoe bleedin\', feed these animals, I’m rage like Carti
I
is knockin
Ak74 cut off the stock
Because that stock was rockin
This lil' bitch, she wanna suck my cock
She give me hella noggin
I can't even fuck
like chill with the strangling
Tell me, should I hit a nigga block or hit the range, man
AK-74u on me Yeah, this bitch a baby Drac
And if I ever shoot
want war
Spin the fuckin block, AK-74
Creep around the corner, always lurking in the dark
Pouring gasoline on your car and light the spark
Grab a fuckin
Habe Ashkar im Saruch (im Saruch)
Lil Toe hängt dich ab, AK-74U (rrah)
Dicka, das ist Berlin-Florida-Flow
Deine Bitch ist eine Hoe, ich fick' sie
top I'm taking Big Ankhs
Iont want no AK 7-4
I'm talkin big chops x big glocks
If it's just a couple of us
We gone keep on steppin tho
Keep a couple
c'est cuit (c'est mort) celui qui tente, on l'encule
Et ramènes n'importe qui, y a l'6-35, L'AK 7-4
Toujours dans le bendo, c'est pas l'peura qui nous
suis Maître Renard, t'es belette, belette
Je suis plus AK 7-4 russian que Skyroulette, roulette
UKT sur le crewneck, crewneck
Je peux reprendre ton
lines
I'm like old wine
The older I get the better
I shoot my Ak like a 74
We ain't fucking hoes only women
We shank those for being fake friends
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