Lyrics:
you're doomed *breath* no one will be spared
By my pen I named Charlotte, cuz she woos with flair
Sends you back to square one when you're done, it's
W telefonie dźwięki, yeah
W telefonie, okej
Chodzę ulicą jak rewia
Moda jest jak anoreksja
Suki stękają, by wejść tam
Głośno się śmieję jak Mesjasz
dumb excuse like "I'm in album mode"
But lookin' back on that today, I was in coward mode
And besides, those two songs are either out or old
See this
Každý môj album znie ako best of
Kmeť flow Kmeť, ja som po, ja som pred
Koľko máš tých flows, ja mám všetky ty máš päť
Ani peniaze, ani požičaný flex
that they're by your side
I hope you know you are we
I just thank you so much, um, for listening to this album
And just thank you for giving your
147Calboy, niggas, envy me
Like why would I trip? My lil' bro, he my mini-me
Bitch, I live by that smoke, yeah, I'm damn near a chimney
Got a message,
fanúšikov
To som ja a moje debilné stories
Ktorých je veľa, ale tie najlepšie si asi zoberiem so sebou do hrobu
Alebo až na tretí album
Zatiaľ sa maj
Bumping "Pyrex" by Raekwon
Bachelor status, [?] Patron with the cactus
Now you fucking with the raptures
So we move like an actress who barely get paid
like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
By the type of motherfuckers who ain't scared of shit
And if you playing this album, and I'm no longer here
And sometime far away from when I recorded
(Quincy tell 'em)
Everybody's asking, "When the album's coming out?
What you rapping 'bout? What's the album called?
Who you got on there? What
will be dealt with in time
It ain't a mystery how I form the words in rhyme
In nineteen hundred and ninety square
All shook niggas is supposed to have
on the square
"This is stop number one," the old Grinchy Claus hissed
And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist
Then he slid down the chimney,
I've seen the old man sittin' 'round
The courthouse square back home in town
Talking bout the big war back in 1943
Sayin' how much good it's done
Sunday needs a pick me up?
Here's your chance
Do you get tired of the same old square dance?
Allemande right now
All join hands
Do-si-do
sorry] So what?
You call me a punk, you want to see who's soft?
Put the microphone down, let's square-off
You need a hand, you got hands for
Tryna be me,
will be dealt with in time
It ain't a mystery how I form the words in rhyme
In nineteen hundred and ninety square
All shook niggas is supposed to have
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
poorly educated soul
He had a great big square thing made of solid stone,
And in the middle of it was a hole
One day he had to go from his cave in
By none
Too many people saying too many things
Got her square world thinking she was a beauty queen
She would always steal the scene
But she was
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