Lyrics:
on me
This fucker is heavy
You walking up on me, I’m holding it steady
Put one in your belly then jump in the Chevy
Fuck can you tell me? some of them
you mother fuckers confused
Cloudy vision, consumed
Mix it with the Henny, that's a dumb move
Come through, we can talk about it sometime
Working
aus einer sehr schwierigen Hood (huh)
Geld zu getten war hier ziemlich kompliziert
Aber guck (mo'fucker)
Ich hab es trotzdem gemacht
(jap) , hab es
(nah)
Hab die Rockstar-Jeans - Elvis Presley
(Elvis Presley)
Fuckers read up about, don't test me (nah)
Nah nah bro don't you fucking test me
(ah, get it,
Kutcher
Because you're fucked otherwise, other guys
Besides, we consider these rhymes lullabies
Sleep tight, fuckers! P dank
I'm from where we don't
Them albums that I wrote, fucker
I don't really need no shades today
The sun ain't really even out
And plus lately I'm down up on my luck
So would you
classic on they necks
Don’t get bowtied
My suggestion box is played and old
It’s full of thoughts from
Folks with vacant souls
Try and G-check me, ma'fucker
(Sparkling and flashing
Infecting your searching eyes)
Yeah boy, haha
Fuck the police if they
Tryna kill a black nigga
Had to bring this fucker back
je wang
Verwacht een?ovage? voor deze oplage
Ik blijf blazen als een triple 9 ducati
Yeah fucker, jullie coppen geen waggies
Maar koppen vol bukaki
homie's face
He caught a body
No DM, I'm her MCM on Instagram
And if the world ever has an apocalypse
I will kill all of you fuckers
Fear will be plentiful
disintegrate ya', migrate
Ya', then light-saber, decapitate ya'
In the beginning they said I was fabricated
As soon as the numbers escalated
But these fuckers
you"
When I make a milli', mo'fucker
I'ma show you what I had to go through to
Feel like I'm supposed to
Ego, I don’t need no other people in my trio
fuck i'm sick of
Fucking rapping, I'm sick
Of fucking clapping
For you mother fuckers that's rapping
Saying that I freestyle, bring
The pain nigga, this
You know
Listening to the smooth sounds of young Cas
So let'cho head bob mother fuckers
And take a pull
Look i be tryin' to live
Coming back from
I don't want to fight the feeling how else would I know what's there
Mother fuckers talk a lot of shit but they just unprepared
I been up and out my
arteries
Don't even start with me
I'll tell you I make music
Then send you to Eharmony
Mother fuckers just be off key like new car keys
Singing do-re-mi
milionów
Ważne, że je kurwa zdobędziesz tu ziomuś
W do E w rymach ekspert
Best flow in the biz? You know what it is
Showin' you stupid fuckers, how true hip
do this all day, mother fuckers
Who’s up next? Huh ?
FP (ASM)
God, damn this is nasty, packing that weight that’ll damage a taxi
fatter than ass
annak
MOTHER FUCKER!!
Refr
Utálom ezt a rohadt világot
Mert luzer vagyok
De ez van ezt kell szeretni
Bele törödtem a sorsomba
Nekem
fuckers know I ain't got no
Class
I'm in my
Bag
You bitches
Trash
I see the camera hit the pose then I
Dash
Said I'm dashing on you bitches
You bitches is
on you
Fuck do you take me for fly but
I'm no captain save a hoe
Green beam on a AR 15 I'll turn
This mother fucker to a laser show
Yea, the hate is real
days sound like a safe sound
Kill whoever you want
We'll make this a police town
Immigration, let those mother fuckers stay in
They pay taxes, you rich
copy the flow
The shit that you sayin' really fictious
Run up three my initials
Drummer gang tot pistols
I'm a fucker, never kiss her
When the mail get
(Red lean look like Clifford)
Yo', yo' (Akachi in this mother fucker)
Yo', yo' (I fuckin' love you, Joey)
For the record
we recordin' this
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