Lyrics:
from the bay
Shoot a nigga in the mouth
Now he ain't got nun to say
R.I.P to Hollie J
Gang, Gang, cye, cye
cye, cye, cye, cye
I'm finna turn up in this
(Yea...uh)
RIP J.P... RIP hundred milli' G...You know what I'm talkin' bout?
I've been underestimating ya know...
Ain't really seeing shit for what
to the times that I was feeling like a loser, ey
Overthinking life and all the things I can't maneuver, ey
Things I cannot change, I'm saying R.I.P to Buba, ey
Overseas steppin' like I'm Ginobili
I swear that you gon' know me
THE M.V.P BITCH
IT'S SPENCE
Now, I'd be amiss if I
If I ain't talk about the, industry real
a toda madre y que No criticó a nadie al menos que A mi espalda hablen,
Dando dura al R A P Demostrando el L V rimo Demasiado
maison et j'bousille les volets
J'vais taper un joueur (taper un joueur)
Taper un joueur de Formule 1
Des p'tits qui vont taper, j'en forme plus d
d*** Viking, deep sea diving
I leave her p**** crying
You f**** with Boriqua
Go, go n check my técnica
Got my locs on livin' tranquila
Margaritas
of connection
With anybody with the purest intentions
Or anybody with no secret agenda
Is that too much to ask
Said he'd treat me like a queen so I gave em a pass
a fuck
Now I'm up tell me why I'd be nice to them pricks
No he's not fam if he's not repping six
Locked in with the gang cause they live how I live
Yeah I
gratuit" (hein!)
Ciel rouge et l'océan, j'parle aux oracles et j'm'assois devant
P'tit j'bois du sky j'ai la nausée j'ai power comme Magicien d'Oz
Flingue
amende (ouais)
Ou tu vas goûter à nos phalanges
Il m'faut toute une valise remplie d'billets
À l'aise, instru' pliée
À 200, j'respecte plus d
You get excited when you see ass
We much different
What's that get me? (What)
More ass
Never thought that I'd be here (Where)
Here (There)
Yea, little
Got semis and choppers
Techs and revolvers
And no not a tag or tweet
We wet up his block for a week
He ran with a o and got z'd
Aye I'm in the o with
the spot
We gettin' drippy, bitches on our bop
I could have a couple niggas on your block
We could go C.O.D., shot for shot
I'm good in the wicc all the way
to quit fearing him
Made up my mind that I'd keep persevering
Reminded myself that I take it too serious
Time to go eat like a school cafeteria
Aimed for
got love for me I wouldn’t doubt it
It’s only right to brag cuz babygirl you be havin it
Tryna eat that p***y my tongue like an automatic spitting
Take
p3w
Me se wo d) ashe me mu ma
Nia menfa ntet3 wo
Me sikas3m ne ma juma
You're the blood in my vein
The air that flow through my lungs
Wa no muntasu
see
These niggas wanna copy me
But like my chains my flow icy
R.I.P. big one named Eazy E
Run up boy I'm with my crew
Run up boy I'm gonna shoot
Banana
main et du shit sur les doigts (doigts)
C'est moi, le loup, ils s'cachent tous dans les bois (bois)
Tout est cassé dans mon cœur
J'prends d
brain, if you don't want me why you message
Told myself I'd never love another in this world like you
Goddamn, I should've knew I was a tool
But
from the D, so we trying to finesse us a ham
Ayy, if I'm with Smacks might pull me a scam
Come with four hundred want a zip of that Wham
Can't front you
commenter
Et vas-y j’avoue j’sais comment s’est
C’que j’dis est bien trop sensé
Laissez-moi un p’tit moment que j’vous embarque
Je n’ai plus l’temps de trop
corpse 4 this, deceased p orphan kids, wait they w me thanks ta sis
(Hook) (0:12 - 0:38)
A v a save da day
Baby stay out da way
I know what it’s like ta b
pé(YE)
Eèyòn tón ò nòh e ò bèrè,kíni why tófin n'ke(YE)
Ìlùu àgídògbo ni seh,shemò p'ológbón lóle yé
Shemò pó ninkon tèmo rí kintólèní kemashe YE(YE)
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