Lyrics:
many times?
Yo (yo)
How many times have I been on bail?
Feds wanna investigate further (pending)
In my cell got a legal visit from ten-twenty feds
But man get the picture, you can't take it with ya
Your cell-phones, head-phones, flat-screens, ringtones
Big homes, gemstones, power from big loans
Abonnent
Ab-Ab
Min broder, ey, han dansar i sin cell (salsa)
När de spelar Dree på P3 varje kväll (o-oh)
En annan vän på natten meckar Ls
Aspiri in fretta con due dita fuori dalla felpa
Aspetto il treno delle sette dalle sei e mezza
Si specchia al cell e si sistema la frangetta
Qui
pronti a fare "bang, bang"
Con le dita ustionate per le bags sopra il cell (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Non metto le triple s, no
'Sta roba manco
Purtroppo nun so' nato ra figlio è papa, si ce pens' fratè menomal'
(Uoh) No pain no gain
Tattoo in the cell
Fatte forz' nisciun' te difende
Pe' chest'
know I can tell
Need to talk a lot
Yeah you know to hit my cell
See you kinda down
Yeah you know it ain't hell
Seen a couple things
Really doesn't
Avevo le buste nel Booster, non sono Anna, Bando
Metto il cell acceso dentro al casco MOMO
Spero solo che domani, bro, sia un giorno nuovo
Glory
hard, beggin for a foul
With my family on my mind, gettin called from prison walls
My tummy touchin, brain cells hangin by nails
And my cash flow movin
Round round my head's spinning 'round and 'round
Don't hear what you've been sayin' to me
I feel the vibration in my cells
Sound got me feeling some
a breech, I'm uppin' blickies, dumpin' all, that's on my set
Made your treesha eat the dick up, she kept callin' down my cell
My mindset since a youngin, if
Black male, jail cell, same hell, murderous prospects
Drain ale, same pale, buck shots, reign hail
Same meal, stepping like robot, pain kill
Shrill
bets I get rich off this bastard
Scene is intense Chris Dorner performer
I shoulda moved where it was warmer Warned of
Brash Decisions my earliest cell
a butchery
Toy guns in a butchery
Some drugs don't die, they just hide in my cells
Seeping into the stories I tell
Maneuvering my body and soul, almost like
härifrån, jag får kriga
Jag satt i en cell, varje kväll jag skrev
Traumatiserad, jag vände och vred
Jag kasta bandana, jag valde Moncler
Jag pratar sen
know me, I don't care what number your gang is
Think you're bad? We got bangers
Interrogate man, make man have manners
Put you in a cell for
the house
They gave my dad a L, he do push-ups in the cell
Now every move we make yeah we better make it count
One, two, three, four, and she loves the way
Six months together, and three months apart
Our cell phones, like two cups, a string and two hearts
Our voices are shaking, and we muddle the words
I
voice again
And it stirs me like a pealing bell
Echoed by everything, everywhere
By every fraught fiber in every cell
Here I'm telling you you're not
voice again
And it stirs me like a pealing bell
Echoed by everything, everywhere
By every fraught fiber in every cell
Here I'm telling you you're not
to the other side
Baking off in them jail cells (lock)
No sleep, had me up at night
I'll ride with S 'til the end (that's bro)
Put in work if he's wrong
the cell just dyin'
Tyres skid and skrr, no slidin'
Kimmich in the back, no Bayern (Kimmich)
Them man got tight when us man went jail
I'm just
Murakami en mi amanecer
Tú y yo lo mismo ¿No lo puedes ver?
Que tomé una foto David LaChapelle
Pa' después ponerla de fondo en el cell
Bebé tú me
my cell phone on in the middle of the interview
I'm digging a shallow grave to eliminate my point of view
Gotta get suggestions how best to get your
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