Lyrics:
like cankles
Griot B. G is for Golden. R is for rule.
I as in I will. O only give to you what I want you to give to me
cnd therein lies the T, because
and left my Yolanda
Royalty beith upon us, my K is for king of Wakanda
Matter fact, I'm the Michael B. Jordan of this rap shit
I'm the villain, I be
psicosomatici, B. D'Urso
Il grande fratello, l'ignoranza
Il razzismo, il buco dell'ozono
Le pandemie, no ti prego non andare no
Mi liquida senza pensarci e si
bout to skit
Then I’m bout to leave
Yea bitch I’m bout to leave
Yeah I'm bout to go
I’m bout to go
Cuz I'm already B.
L.O.W.E.D
Blowed
Now I'm
Yes yes y'all, you don't stop.
B. Dolan. Rock on.
Yes yes y'all, you don't stop.
Rock on.
The D.O.C., my favorite rapper
Is there really an afterlife, and if so, can I smoke a back wood
I gave my life to artistic endeavors
And took the measure
even if you pay me
I'd rather build my own, mmmm, cause you shady
J-O-S-H-U to the A, was born in T-A-M-P-A
But raised in NYC, okay, MTV is where I stay
to start hating
I'm, never surprised I just laugh and smile
Keep my ennemies close, yeah these niggas is foul
Quoted by Stack B. had to share this with y'all
Ahhhhh
You know what it is
B. E. S. T
Ah just kam for di mulla ah nor kam for di fame
but if ah get all padi man maintain
Best na di name beat
politicians smile and get to sleep more
Killas amugst us
Killamonger Michael B. Jordan
I ain't christian
So it's pitch the the Di-or push the B-ball
Blood say
Flippin' it over like the Illmatic one this rap addict
Sean Black be a freestyle fanatic
Sippin' Nas and all that plus I be
One of America's most B.
il vero
Smiling faces, smiling faces
Tell lies (mentono al tuo culo!) and I got proof (merda)
ehi mace...grazie B.
C'est la B.S B.O
Que le hip-hip français repose en paix
92 Injection
Seul le crime paie
Aucun remords pour mes pêchés
Tu me connais je suis assez
Roscoe B. Coltrane
I spiggedy-spark a spiff and give a twist like Chubby Checker
I take my Froot Loops with two scoops, make it double decker
Oh
ice cream, hooked on the night scene
Way back when Eric B. was a 'mic fiend'
What about the pipe fiends, got 'em in line
Sell 'em all pipe dreams, I was
of these likkle yes men.
I can’t find what I was looking for with you B.
Cause you was too busy acting like a groupie.
You probably made another rap boy
but see sometimes I be,
Getting biz at the crib of Lonnie B. & and; A.D.
Recognized from Japan all the way to NYC,
Still feel funny when I see
to seek it, now I'm one of the ones that can speak it
[mo b. dick]
Yeah you didn't want to listen the first time nigga warned ya.
But now nigga bring that
just can't help it baby
I can't help but stare
So
Tell the D.J.
To pump it up a little more
Hey girl
I gotta let you know
That you've got that
to R, to O, to D, K, A. Aha
Nie wiesz jakich trzeba użyć słów
By na prawdę zacząć żyć
Wiem, że wielka przepaść dzieli nas
Mimo, że wiek ten sam
Już nie
just can't help it baby
I can't help but stare
So
Tell the D.J.
To pump it up a little more
Hey girl
I gotta let you know
That you've got that
Jahr hani zit,
so viles wetti tue, aber i bruch o mini rueh
und d zit hout mr ab,
i ga zwar im trab
hingerdrii und rüefe stopp,
aber si rümpft nur d nase
central
Worst place on the planet
And this the spot she wanna spend retirement lampin?
A. P.O. Box in Ohio
Just a random P.O. Box in Ohio
No way that
jamaicano, brasileiro.
Hei, você! Compre um carro blindado
Pra quando me ver não ficar assustado
América é o que estampa a camiseta
Na propaganda U.S. A. Uma
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