Lyrics:
to the VIP
Them bottles
Give them to my bitch
LETS GO
Geeked up out my mind
Two turbans on one for my twin
Until I drop that peon
Im gonna feel a way
He killed
курьера, где мои суши
На мне turban, но я не в пустоши
Double cup lean'a опустошил
Нахуй твоей gang ведь они все мыши
Не был в тебе в тебе только бичи
Дал ей
wanna rock a new turban
Had to Shout out Yeat
I got money, clothes, cars, and hoes
Up, down, left right, the cheat code
You mad I took your hoe
That's
for the purgin', evil emergin', I got the Urge to curb some virgins, wrap my
Head in turbans, scream kaboom kaboom, As divergence , while the press I
a mf turban
And all my hoes they German
And one of my cups they dirty
My bitch be clutching a thirty
I got so many bricks I can build me a fucking empire
a turban
Do not disturb him a stranger said
Standing at the side of my bed placed a crown upon my head
My eyes were black pearls staring at the map
turbán, a barátnőd a lábán alig állt
Nem tudom, hogy csinálhatunk minden éjjel galibát
Ha beakarok szívni akkor felhívom a Gabikát
Szeretettel
(wassup)
Yeah, yeah, i wanna by new turban (тюрбан)
Я не вернусь назад мы не факаемся с этим (с этим)
Все эти оппы нервные (nervous)
Похуй че скажут мне - я
now my heart forever yours
rockin' a turban, doubled up I want
feelings come inside I feelin' 'lone
wanna see u every time I open my eyes
wanna see u
that lil bitch, didn’t know he’s a cop
I be livin my best life, do you wanna swap?
Me and lil turban be shuttin yall up
Drive by wid that AR bitch you
(Whom are you showing your turban(pagoda) so proudly to ?)
Paayal paayi pag bichre kishnapur saari angiyon ope
(I have worn anklets in my feet, I have
no bitch - nigga I ain't even married
Knock the pussy out the socks
Now his name the tooth fairy
Turban on my head bitch I'm dress just like
vadia
Trouxe design de Amesterdã
Se eu te dou um disparo
Voce fica quebrado meu man
Eu boto minha turban ela hijab
Pra ir pro Ramadã
No meu porte a glock
bunny
Toda vez que eu te vejo, você tá muito longe (Swervin')
Twizzy Twerk (Haha)
Cê' não gosta do meu Truck
Desenrolando o Turban achando que vai ser
a des cheveux blancs entourés d'un turban
Et des cheveux violets, qui sera son valet ?
Elle a des cheveux mauves en bouquet de fleurs d'aube
C'est la
de coeur
Les vagues dans les yeux, mauvais temps
Les yeux dans le vague en courant
Divaguer, semer les torrents
Sous sa capuche un turban
Il pleut sur
att hålla rally-Harry, är på turban, du är humör
Livet 3-30, bara fart tills vi dör
De kan inte se mig, men de hör
De vill se mig falla som jag löv
nothin' but they fuckin' blast with the matchin' turban
I drive through white suburbans in the black Suburban swervin'
Hittin' curbs and blastin' Erick
I murk him (say cheese)
Have my voodoo lady, prolly curse him
It's a wrap, motherfucker, it's a turban, yuh
These niggas lame, they bogus (ayy)
ponts chagrins
Comme une déclaration de guerre
Aux clichés des ponts parisiens
La dame au turban comme un guide
Et son cortège de pensées
Elle qui disait
Arabian
Cocaine wrapped up like a turban
Hunnid racks gone, when I pull out
Black Corvette, when I pull out
Bad foreign bitch, when I pull out
VVS,
you working
Popping seals like they virgins
Wrapping that work up no turban
Broke niggas I am allergic
My nigga tell me what's your purpose
The bando be
Listen up, we's bout to get on turbans (to da beat!) boom boom!
Woofers in the back boom boom! niggas and bitches talkin' bout
"Did you hear that nigga
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