Lyrics:
roxa
Toma essa gosha,quarto do doce q te deixou louca.
Deita na cama chapa d md,logo em seguida vai chega no ap
Malas e bolsas com muito dinheiro
Just pop off, hit his wig
This lil' bitch, she tryna trap me
Yeah, she tryna M.I.K
Uh-huh, B.D., tryna kill a nigga from that Robby shit I did
Fuck it,
bitch like Diddy, have you walkin' for some cheesecakes
Making the Band, say I'm the man 'cause the D came
Had a bitch that look like Cassie workin'
DNA won't reflect
Dopeness in Co Dominance form
If I was white i'd be a culture vulture
But being black ain't mean I'm not a master
With just one tape
her dm, she down to set em up late in the p.m
I love it but I'd really hate to be them
Yeah, she want Gucci and Chanel
Whatever for a real one you can't
I been him, they already know why
Took off like a jet, they know I been fly
No limit like P with my head in the sky
And I been in my bag, you know
couilles d'être GOAT
Mon Art validé par les Anciens
Mon son va "leader" tous les humains
Dans le rap je suis changeur
Dans le jeu t'es en sueur
Je suis
Ka nolh rih le ka dawt cu a hmui tuk a zii hmui thlum
Haters pawl kha chim hna S.M.D, I know they mad
Pa pwl nih an nin chawnh a si ah cun, you know
les champs)
D'un 4 titre pour aiguiser leurs sens (en vif)
Ils ont la bouche plein de sel (yea)
Je navigue dans leurs veines
Pour boucher les artères
the one
That been chilling with ya boy kept it real since we begun
She be chilling like a villain on the beach under the sun
She'd be chilling if I was
the one
That been chilling with ya boy kept it real since we begun
She be chilling like a villain on the beach under the sun
She'd be chilling if I was
that are not for fidgets (Grow up)
Coz man are sat in beemers, stackin' p
And packin' heaters that'll push your wig back like alopecia
You'll be shook
and flip ya like a O
And when they coming
Man we smoking and we sipping slow
Now R.I.P. to George why they had to kill my nigga
That shit was crazy man
you never send fa me
You tried it like a simp, I mean you cant expect no sympathy
I don't need new enemies
The devil level 10 I see
I'd rather be away
ahahah...Mazel tov Homie.
Thought you'd even spit near my Rhyme, without access to my Mental , come out ta cypher for New concepts steal the rhyme Batch
the cats too
In and out this yard so much, you'd think I'm having naps
I'm catching Z's and give them out, we do it comfy in our tracksuits
A couple akhs,
And you are now tuned in to the hardest young nigga in the motherfuckin' south
Damn son, where'd you find this
Mississippi classic nigga
Damn, Nico
day this gon be me (Eee)
Making promises like one day they gon see (Eee)
I swear i'ma be somebody before the day i D-I-E
But my reality would tell me
Wallace like hey no offense, you gon' need some 'D'
I be conceiving seed into Isis that's my queen to be
She a rough rider I guess that you could call her
khey, khey
J'ai dit paye, paye, paye, paye, paye
Khey, khey, khey, khey, khey
Y a l'hélico qui tourne au-dessus d'nos têtes
Les murs du comico remplis
Et mon p'tit frère s'est encore fait pété
Faut rassurer la daronne, j'suis dégoûté
J'ouvre La Provence, qui s'est fait tué ?
En vingt-quatre
seen this naw this a Deja Vu
To the system only people that I lie to
Fuck a Co-D(Kodi) im on streams in a bayou
You getting by excuse me I'm getting by
serene, baby, yeah, her name is Serenity
I'm givin' a D, baby, yeah, and she give me P
I'm not a rapper, baby, I am just a MC
So come to the crib and lay
on d
Them hoes on ice I'm tryna ski
She Say she bad I'm tryna see
I keep it g they say I'm p
Ok
Imma pull up in fast car
Might take ya bitch for ride
She
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