Lyrics:
Nga-naffe-tukuba-siliki
Mubudde-e-kiro-eyo
Bad-by-blood
N-o-t-r-e-l-a-t-i-o-n
With-the-ladies-i-bring
O-v-u-l-a-t-i-o-n
Your-favorite-rapper-cannot
C-o-m-p-e-t-i-t-i
and nice women
I write bars when I'm chilling
And I'll spit when I'm given the riddim
I've got niggas who are living in the prison
And God willing, I'll see
only time that I ghost wait
Give God all the praise He the most high
Whole squad whip fresh to death this a ghost ride
Walk by faith not sight might go
N17 Bricksquad
Dough
Chase that money like a h*e
Money coming in bill folds
I'm only stacking when i'm broke
That's why i'm tryna get this dough
smiling and keep trying
Double H
Double H
What you talking about?
Double H
Double H
Imma tell you what I'm talking about
I'm telling you the most
aimsir fadó
Tá daoine istigh ann ag chaith seal go h-aerach
Ní shiúlfaidh siad thar fán chladaigh níos mó.
Bhuail uaigneas m'intínn 's mé ag amharc are
be's B
And feel the buzz when i'm floatin on the breeze see
When i'm floatin on the breeze see
When i'm floatin on the breeze...
I told her I love H.E.R
wall
Jamming Big Moe while we sipping on Barre
They hear us fore' they see us now they know who we are
Listening to Youngstar I can't wait til' I ball
Uh, yeah, the boy Extra
We right back at it like we left somethin' knaw'mean?
It's the R-O-C, since 9-6, you know we get busy
Got the young lady
Intro: Puff Daddy
(Don't stop, I'm not finished yet [8x])
Do you ever ask yourself, when are they ever gonna stop?
Do you ever ask yourself, when
everything I say
I got a
C, R, U, S, H
Crush, crush mhm
What's a girl suppose to do
Don't wanna make the wrong move
But I'm so impatient I want him now
Don't
everything I say
I got a
C, R, U, S, H
Crush, crush mhm
What's a girl suppose to do
Don't wanna make the wrong move
But I'm so impatient I want him now
Don't
T h e s a m e w a l k h o m e .
T h i s t i m e w i t h o u t t h e e x t r a s t e p ,
w i t h o u t t h e k i c k t o t u r n b a c k ,
w r a p a r o
like to lose life and see it trend,
Mama, papa, h I’m just tryna set it straight,
Yh I’m talking to the dead cause its never too late,
Life aint
belong to me, pass her to my homie
That South boy of Middle G, in this G-A-M-E
are-E-S-P-E-see-T, to the day I D-I-E
Or unless you're a want to be, then
trouble troop
And if you got a sister, then make it a double scoop
The capital S the see, the are-A-P
stands for me, cause I'm the
only MC with
I’m holding on
I’m holding on for dear life
And I can’t see the light
But I’m holding on
I’m holding on for dear life
And I can’t see the light
But
see ya later
I'm big in the game, I'm so big in the game
And now I got the whole world sayin' my name
When I say Honey, you say G
When I say
into oblivion
I’m working harder than ever
I’ll be fire and I’ll be smoke
You’ll obey my orders
You’ll see right through me
I’ll be the murderer
This is
the streets I'm ahead of ya
I'm a H.U.S.T.L.A
I'm on the grind, on the regular
I hustle hard whether I'm in the Yo
Or up in the streets I'm ahead of ya
See I
I'm too crazy, I'm rappin' my city It's amazing a h*e wanna be me
I've been patient, now you can feel me Goin' harder, we're plannin' a vision
Money
A, b, c, d, e, hier kommt die Buchstaben-Fee
F, g, h, i, j, zauber für uns flott
K, l, m, n, o, einen Buchstaben-Zoo
P, q, r, s, t, zeig uns, liebe
call me Rossi
I’m liquid, flowin’ like fluid, the truest influenced
By hip hop music, let’s do this
Truly the truest, I do it the rudest
Leavin’ M.C
Earl ]
I'm the P-r-e-a-c-h-e-r, uh
Preacher Earl and I'm considered a superstar
Pick up the microphone and I proceed to rock 'n roll
By the time I
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