Lyrics:
E-Boy Ken
Afro Capone
Wo wo
wo mmm
Yea yea, yea
Mmm
Don't get it twisted
Baby I'm addicted
In my life you come first
Not about my D**k head
Not
Tinder (for Tinder)
I ain't worried 'bout shit, got the game in the blicker (blicker)
Blicker, B-L-I-C-K-E-R, blicker
That's lingo, bitch (believe me)
Z
Look at me, you can see that I'm the bad guy
A hooded figure in the night ain't gotta ask why
You see me comin', then you're runnin', I don't pass
demand, it's me the man
Let me take you back to where to this dream began
Back before anyone text my phone like
"Yo Z where you been?"
Back when I would
to slack
Gotta stay on track
Didn't pack a strap
Can't forget the snack
Started with a crew
LNH was true
Had a bigger view
Couldn't fit my shoe
K E coming
Ah
Al Jaddaf Rotana
1-4-0-1, slušaj mene
Brra
Wenn man sich sieht, gibt's Umarmungen (gibt's, gibt)
Man ignoriert zu viele Warnungen (zu viel)
feeling like
Being a j-e-r-k in all the flight
The captain speaking we are out of gas
Ridin' the bike on mud so fas, so Well
Mass appeal for the people
I
are down
She’s not for the streets
Don’t need to be a city boy
Put a diamond on her finger
Giving praise to the lord
You can’t just tidy up by 30,
romance
Hold up guys the bars being raised by a poltergeist
Fantasma bitch
The touch of death is cold as ice
I-c-e
K-a-o-t-i-c pees on every wack MC that be
up doing B&E's, then started selling dope I Wasn't even the same age as Baby Loc
Say I ain't bout to play with niggas, no all Imma say to niggas, come
Right
I'm the B-A-B
The U-C-K
The S with a dollar sign
I go by the name of Babuck$
I'm here to fuck your mind
You give me a call
I smoke the zorl
I
down
If ya wit it, represent it
Ay yo, I trample those that mess wit hoes
And just wild out and just dirty ya clothes
N.O.R.E., my name don't got
the eyes of the arsonist
Arrow fletch, gotta keep your eyes up on the target
It's hard as shit, no one said there would be any evidence
Promises are only
Lookin' for some action, and out on my two wheels I would seek
I need a freak, and someone who ain't afraid of the E
want to have some fun? The run by
a pass around
Let everybody hit !
( Everybody hit)
U want to be respect now ?
( Whew Chile)
Hoe u stepped on like new crack
I'm the old jack
You
the apple didn't fall to far from the tree
Though it's not the route I claim, but the food I became
That should be judged because their not always the same
like they Adam Sandler
All them niggas do is click
Ayy, drac a F&N or the K
Either way yo shit get flipped
Get no fuck about no bitch
All I know is tote
And that's real as can be
Pardon me while I go back in
T I M E
New millennium post 2k
Adolescents grind mode since 13
OD on PT
Pulled the baddest girl in
ain't really change, I'm the DLC to update it
Your POV is outdated
Your G-O-D is R-E-Z-Y
Because I proclaim it, not pro famous
But pro fame is a way
selbstverständlich, doch es reicht, check, ja, okay
A wie alles wird gekauft, wenn es mir steht
B wie Bitches überall, wohin man geht (ey)
Ihre Boobs sehen von der
I be trippin laces may be tied
Just depends on the shoes I got on in attendance T R I B E
Student of the game breaking chains never been to prison
(A)
Ya'll kno who i be, J-O-D-Y Breeze
wit all my B-O-Yz in da H- double O-Dz
yall nigga dont scare nobody
i dare a nigga ta try me
i neva kilt nobody
on low
Ain't got no mention on top of no ho
K- I - to the D - S - I - to the S, T-E-R
Just let me bang
You know by now that you know me by name
And I
a week for
Caption saying that you fucking OT
Knowing damn well you B.R.O.K.E
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