Lyrics:
Dal desiderarti al pensarti mia
sei rimasta tu, mentre entri e ti siedi.
La luce ti viene alle spalle dalla porta socchiusa,
il pruno lascia il suo
Galaxy light up the weed, nigga
I want to welcome you to
Bruno Wit da mothafuckin' Pruno
Bruno Wit da Pruno it's your boy Lil B
Got a lotta real shit
El mirlo del pruno
Es un gran trovador
Que silbando
Con su pico
De oro fino
Se alimenta
En una venta
Del camino
Las Musas furtivas
A Silencio el
Pruno and Kool-Aid
She had a tattoo gun made out of a cassette motor and a guitar string
She soaked a hanky in three Roses and rubbed it on the spot
And me and Molley Hoey drank
Pruno and Koolaid and she had a
tattoo gun made out of a cassette
motor and a guitar string and
she soaked a hanky in 3
now reliquefy
Human pruno of dead blood
Absinthe of rotted plasma
Drunk of the fluids that once flowed
Hallucinations due to prolonged fermentation
Murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder
Murder alley priest
See ya passing 'round the pruno
With
Constant sayin I miss you
Makin dice outta water and toilet tissue
Drinking cadillacs, coco and coffee prunos
Playin dominoes, chess and peanuts bitch
Black
laughed
When I asked for bail
Started hoarding oranges
Didn't waste no time
Some like to call it pruno
I like to call mine riot wine!!
on some strong you'll Think was grown in pruno
I get high lets go to Mars
No Bruno
I prefer to sip lean
Kuz I don't do brew tho
Bitches like it
So I
a few
Trade store for pruno
One cup for 3 soups
Homies are getting rowdy
Blood shot in their eyes
The batch wasn't good
And now they're fucking blind
Drinkin' Pruno on the daily
You think your fed shit fazes me
Authority might be fun but it's makin' you lazy
Burnin' cigs out on my back
Tryna get me
trippin'
I'll be up in that bitch makin' spreads, drinkin' Pruno
Cocoa and coffee Cadillacs, jumpin' jacks
Takin' flicks, shootin' kites, makin' wishes
Fuck
packs for some hoops to drink
Now I'm chillin in my cell lookin out the window
Drinkin pruno, smokin indo
Grabbed my shank, but when I'm finsta bounce
Mumia"
She said
"The name of the strain was Eureka"
She synced up the Bluetooth to play Aaliyah
I made myself a drink
Tastes like pruno sangria
Nice
or nope
Cain't contain the glow, go insane for dough
Fight with tape and holds, MMA for gold
Ain't no takin no
Tap out nigga!
Sick like pruno in the cell
can't see this through
A dislocated jaw and a bent up frame
A bitter batch of pruno to shrug your pain, remorse, and shame
What remorse or shame?
chicchi di grano
Dolce come l'odore di pruno
forte come questo brano
Forse lo tieni vissuto
Arte che narro da seduto
Grazie a chi mi ha sostenuto
Cerco
Nothing but filth!
c glass of pruno, a toast to rebound
cny attempt to change things will be dumb and insane
Get back to the real world and take a look
been it down from day uno,
Baby bottle full of pruno,
Knew I was the shit named B-Legit,
Had a thang fo' bakin soda,
An high info,
Couldn't wait
trick solder down when you pee lil' bustas
One thing I do know I ain't the uno
Big puno rap sumo on pruno (you know)
I'd like to thank the congregation
the kitchen, he ain't trippin'
I'll be up in that bitch makin' spreads, drinkin' pruno
Cocoa and coffee cadillacs, jumpin' jacks
Takin' flicks, shootin'
These bitches like pruno
Im tired of babysitting
She just love a boujee nigga
Put the hood up in it
No belt in my jean still tucking smithing
Still
giving hell
Sippin pruno you know lifting iron never frail
Flipping if you tripping ask around know me well
Moving whatever to o get this paper I'm him
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