Lyrics:
Askim by vi stacker green
Ingen fucker med cliquen min
Frekke bitches vi ringer de
Så gutta hitter en linje til
Alle gutta flex flex flexer
Alle gutta
dem handgun
dem ah villian dem ah killan control by satan
runinng the white and running the brown
running the green and running the town
if you talk
Rollbusch qualmen
Meinungen wie Boygroups spalten
Der Champagner blubbert, als würd' ich 'ne Koizucht halten (what?)
Blubb, es macht „Blubb“ wie Verona
a trainee
Ballin' daily with my green lady
She asked what have I done for her lately?
I'ma dog like Scrappy, my girl tried to slap me
Caught her by the hand
the Arawaks
It's the language that be dividin'
The Spanish from blacks my name is eme
(M) de la gente, comprende, entiende
You feel me, Veicus to the Bronx
and the bote
Ponte quidao
Bow wow wow
Soy el mujado de sulda Hustletown
Blue and White Porche
Sixty thousand dolla horse
At my ranch where my butt naked
want hardcore?
Stakes is High like De La, plus i'm fiending to start more
[Starang]
Trouble on the double, yet cooler than any hooligan
frontin'
a ser que te quedes
Mamá pidiéndome más
El mambo de Blass, Yomo en el tra'
Flow que te juquea como el crack
Adicto al crack ya esta escocota
Una
to unmake me
Welcome to my jammie
Steam up my windows please
Excuse all the driving debris
The Marquis de Sade would
Have gone green with envy
At the sight
to unmake me
Welcome to my jammie
Steam up my windows, please
Excuse all the driving debris
The Marquis de Sade would
Have gone green with envy
At the sight
to this intuition
de-leting any alias info and descriptive
Mortal calm, partition with infrared light, vision
precision, beams
Colors, reds, fuschias,
Beside the waves' haycocks her
Gown with tucks
As of satin the colour of shining
Green ducks
And her fol-de-rol
Parasol
Was a great gold sun o'er
ain't one of those rappers who got a deal man
Quit asking, every milestone you try to conquer
I passed it, every album we drops a classic
That's the way
praying for something
living a whole coast apart
never realizing what's on the horizon
he looked in her eyes'n
(it was a wrap)
it was some old Al Green
Supreme magnetic, Green grab get it
Ski mask panic, chief athletic
Uzi blow, Superbowl, the game's to be sold
Blood in my veins is trained to be cold
(Al Geno, on the motherfuckin' track)
If you postin' on the internet, I can't be that real
Walk with me, I'ma show you what these niggas really
Zinedine
But I'm not French, I'm from Manchester and I'm licking off headtops clean
Licking off headtops like Jet Li
I went through more green than
rhymes used to ride with nets
Flight at the midnight high with jets
You know Al Capone stretched tryi' to save the sets
And I'm teflon down, t shirts
through on tour?
Did Smokey Robinson, have to shoot his way out a war?
What has Al Green seen, that made him religious?
Was it the drugs, put an end
front, back, side to side
Rolling back home looking clean and mean
Armor-All on my tires bumping a cut by Al Green
Stopped at my homey South Central
Thought we hit him with a ray gun
They ain't seen my floaties when they
Threw me and I came up
Closet full of Comme des and
I ain't never played once
His
como mil en un móvil
Y otros pocos miles en inversiones
Son fuera de oficina mis acciones
Yo soy mi jefe no te equivoques
Homicidios que parecen ataques
Jag ser en elefant
Som dansar en vals så elegant
Jag ser ett får som står på tå
Jag lever min dag
På alla de slag
Vad härligt att vara barn
Jag ser en
First, let me start by saying I’m amazing
‘Cause I made it from the bottom of the basement, no abrasion
With the patience of a winner, I’ll be
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