Lyrics:
(Div, don't do it to 'em)
How the fuck you expect me to act?
Sold crack in some old Air Max's
I tote straps 'cause I'm always solo (solo)
Big
(CashMoneyAP) gotta take care of the killers
Yeah, yeah, ayy yeah
Gotta take care of the killers
They tote banana clips
They ride on the gorillas
(DJ Swift on the track) yeah
I tote that Glock and this
Bitch don’t got no safety, oh
(Dubba-AA flex) slime, this for them young
Niggas, yeah,
pussy, I’m really the Wiz, mhm
Blast off, she want Tim
Texas bitch, go to A&M
Ridin’ round’ drivin’ ten and two
Tote a stick till’ I’m fifty-two
New whip,
(yeah)
From the Flat, yeah, yeah, I pop flats
(Hold up)
I tote gats (yeah) leave 'em slit, hold up
I tote gats
I tote gats, hold up (Cash, slatt)
Bitch,
young niggas
We with that shoot 'em up shit
My young niggas, my young niggas
We with that shoot 'em up shit
My young niggas tote guns nigga
We with
40, lemon squeeze, why you better tote it (yeah)
Strippers, money, weed, Young Future I promote it (Freebandz)
Like when I was sellin' rocks, nigga,
And I’m cold like Frozone
Blowing smoke all in the ozone
My homie tote big chrome, I won’t say his name
My nigga in New York finessing Bitcoin, He on his
trobat la feina
Per guanyar uns diners
A final de mes
I crec, que ja ho he trobat
De totes les feines
De tot el que he vist
És el que més m'ha agradat
Jo
Petites capses de la part alta,
capsetes fetes de metacrilat.
Petites capses urbanitzades
petites capses totes iguals.
N'hi ha de blaves, nhi ha de
melodies.
Fem créixer les flors,
amb l'esclat dels nostres mots!
Deixa't anar, en aquest viatge,
on totes volem i som notes i rialles
A mitjanit
Colpegen
I don’t tote a high point but im seeing the plot
And im trynna sell the work fast like its gone rot
I dont need me no hood pass to ride threw your
alles, um die Macht unter Beweis zu stell'n
Tote Kinder, tote Frau'n, tote Menschen, toter Held
Eines Tages vergessen in Geschichtsbücher
Nur die
On tuera pour la mif
Pour très peu on t'ôte la vie
VR fera la diff
On s'en fera des ennemis
On tuera pour la mif
On a très peu d'ami-i-is
Im smokin big to the dome
I tote the Sig Lookin Chrome
My dividends getting long
Your dividends is a Loan
We do this Shit on our own
S.O.T.F. is
I'm stuck in a jail cell call brother in the field with it
Bitch you tote that fire but ain't never did a drill with it
I come from the field killers
Ich glaube nicht,
Ich hab’ noch nie geglaubt.
Schlag’ mich, Baby, noch einmal
Dann töt’ ich dich
Ich töte dich
Ich glaube nicht,
Ich hab’ noch nie
clip I tote, uh
(Yeah, big ass clip I tote)
(Big ass clip I tote, uh)
(Big ass clip I tote, big ass clip I tote)
Imma go start the shit, Imma go start
We can get into it if you want to
Why you tote a gun and you knowin' you ain't gon' shoot?
I'll have them killers get up on you
With them skidders
(Them voices said it's up to me if I tote it)
"Them voices said it's up to me if I tote it"
"It's all on me if I blow it"
"I can see why they want me
Everyday they ask me, they like GV how you are?
I don't tote it much, but I said bitch I'm very hard
I was jugging on that cocaine in the boro,
el ganivet i el davantal, que hui preparem pa sopar:
Mussaca d'idiotes
pa tots i pa totes.
Posa't les botes, apura bé el plat.
Si no mengem, ens
just like karate when I chop I break it down
He tote that blicky on the internet, but we know you a clown
Niggas say the outside, but they never come
fuckin tote it
Bitch STS I keep a boot, one foot up on ya neck
Talkin big boss ride round in a coupe, with cuz ridin' with a whole tech
Saying "aye bro
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