Lyrics:
Black Bo, you know we miss you
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music
Since everybody wanna speak they mind
Maybach Music
Yo,
it's all gonna be alright
And just listen to the church bells ringing, ringing
Yeah, they're ringing
Jenny was hosting Junior League parties
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
It's Da Boss
It gets no better than this
Maybach Music!
Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin',
Gold Emblem with 2 M's in it,
In Barrancas, a young dreamer with a ball at his feet
Indigenous roots, Wayuu blood, rhythm in every beat
From Barranquilla's trials to Junior's
mouthwash, g
Your mouth smells like my jockstrap, see-
A-you-S-E, you're rhyme didn't mean
?D-O-D-D?, junior Moe Dee
Stop biting, chewing, swallowing
Who in
of a Pathfinder
Powerful pursuit for pussy, cash, to flash diamonds
My junior high school class, wish I stayed there
Illegal entrepreneur, I got my grades there
Rosebuds scattered across the lawn like the squares at Waterloo
With bayonets of thorns repelling small children in search of lost tennis balls
música regional, ey
¿Doscientos por un chanteo? Te dieron el precio mal, ey
De la H, pero no es Junior, mi carnal, ey
SBG, estoy en La Romana con Mateo
the sidekick
That's why she steady shopping
Fuck her in the, it's physical
I look like a miracle
Jogger fit's no Adidas
We got a check on my tennis shoe
How I'm
Low country, high speed
Flag on a mailer, cross on a trailer
Junior day league
Billboard reads, "Have a dream"
Still driving upstate
Cracked
amigo viajando o mundo inteiro
na escolinha de aula de padeiro
eu fui o primeiro
Vinicius Júnior, que é amigo do Neymar
na Champions League, o Josué vai
got flying spirt
Double cup full of Ms. Buttersworth
Brownskin bitch in a tennis skirt
With some rolling papers, full of purp
Couple of bad hoes in
the rubber bands
Latifah shorts, tennis courts in the summer mans'
Skydiving in fiji islands with a sweet view
Balley parachutes, the water is deep blue
or be down
Break-ups keep me drowned
I'm on my feet now
Twenty-seventeen, yeah
I was in the league (Yeah, yeah)
Junior first-team, yeah
Senior year
Hearing that song play in that car
I should've swallowed grenades just to feel a spark again
How far we've come from the middleman
To a big league role
a pénz.
Verse (Junior):
A tudatosság az ami naggyá tesz engem,
Az ember e nélkül semmire sem megy
Csábít a verda, a nők meg a fux,
De
of love, feeling like tennis
We going back and forth
This a game of love, feeling like tennis
Let's even the score
Fell in love with a gentleman
Every time
a dentist
Chain so bright like a nigga play tennis
All them niggas talkin' about stick talk
When they tryna lit up on tic tok
We the best in the league
on blocks
The holes in all our socks
Talkin' 'bout lifestyles of the not so rich and famous
Tell 'em bout your mama and the bowling league
Tell 'em bout
Brownskin bitch in a tennis skirt
With some rolling papers, full of purp
Couple of bad hoes in a penthouse suite
Ya'll broke niggas ain't in my league
I swear
got flying spirt
Double cup full of Ms. Buttersworth
Brownskin bitch in a tennis skirt
With some rolling papers, full of purp
Couple of bad hoes in
of fame
Junior High to the league, rookie of the year
Hardwood floors every time I grab a chair
I ain't stingy, Montana got racks to share
Crocodile
to Swan Lake, and beyond
Antwan raps on, raps on, clap off clop on
I switch the flow so quick you cannot fathom
I take a submarine two thousand leagues
Es ist Juri am Mic, dikka Testo-Flow
Das ist Champions League auf Rap-Niveau
Sieh mich im Gran Coupé bei
Nacht durch deine Stadt rasen
Sitz' auf 400
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