Lyrics:
this all the time at the past, no doubt about that
A 1969 vintage bottle of red wine in my hand
Who is that by the checkstand?
With the tall brown tan
the hand sand, Fly genie bitches with fans
Arabian bang, diamond cut chandelier fame
Out with bass glanded nice god bliss ice vintage
Catch to clap you if
at the sink
Cleanin' my White Sox hat, bitch!
I tell em call you back in a minute
Cause when he finish he gotta
Brush my dunks so vintage
I'm in this rap game
waiter, rap oretorio
Rhymes a gwan pouring out my portfolio
Squeezing, not bleak or bland
'cause my vernacular is of a vintage brand
I'm the maestro,
Yeah yeah kamachi, Planetary, King Syze
Yo! They love the way I pin a champ
Under a tinted lamp hear my voice
Blast from a vintage amp
I kill
or your baby will go insane
I´m so out of tune, soon the feelings is
Forever gone
Then you´ll regret the things you´ve done to me
When your vintage
things authentic
Look at all my whips, they're all vintage
I got a loft with a view of the sea
See I take some more shit and make it new for me
Pimp it out
blooms from this vintage? Relative Skeletons nervously shuffle, we glance around community of our own. Quiet valley drips with hints of laughter. Mr.
known better
I watch her shop for clothes
True value vintage
Stare from across the room
She makes her purchase
The wheel inside my head
Has started
pitter-patter on the roof:
Behold! - 'tis not the rain; thence me it has to be -
I will not drink thy vintage wine, my dear;
Thou hast heed'd that I am
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored
He hath loosed
vintage
Charge it to the game so I can bear the interest
And in the interest of business - my movement is fluid
So Check out how I groove it (Check out how
Cerc închis? Na
Mi-o ard vintage
Boogie woogie rich
Fericire pe glob, ey
Îmi imaginez
Curcubee cu ponei
Iubire între noi
Iese verde din noroi
La câta
devant le gun vintage qu'est plus ancien que Dalida
Vaut mieux les ignorer plutôt que les sidérer
Dit moi si j'ai fauté frelon dit moi tous mes défauts
coffee on your couch
(I might)
Steal your vintage t-shirt
But don't get too used to me 'cause
We only get one week together
Make you say, "I wish I
We were one drag off a cigarette
No, we didn't smoke but we wanted to be cool
We were small town kids all vintage
Just a couple hallway famous
you see me toastin' vintage libations up in this bitch
I stank of success take a whif
Want it all not a pinch got the game up in a clinch
When niggaz
είμαι vintage ντεμοντέ (ναι)
Είμαι old school σκάω μόνος δεν χρειάζομαι κονέ ναι
Μ' ένα κουπλέ σε φτιάχνω σ' έχω κομπλέ (ναι)
Κι αμα τύχει και τα πούμε θα
lontano bro quando mi vedi
Con la mia tuta vintage timbro inconfondibile
Leggenda vera creo dal nulla l'impossibile
Fenice dalla ceneri distruggo e
I'm six feet in the swore
You Wallahi
Mahogany rim this vintage Carti's
Tryna wake up in a Ferrari
Sawed off the nozzle up on the shotty
So it can fit
penny is/
Savior to your hard times, like the stimmy is/
Your baby's the bomb, blew me to oblivion/
She seen the white feathers, vintage leathers,
Strong
Glitter into gold
Pink skies and ripped off clothes
Washed up on the shore
You got my vintage shirt on
Cold water all around me
I fear sinking slowly
School sounds gaming chair vintage
Found Kicking harder than a Ultrasound the mic
I simply can't put It out its bonkers down when I get Down
My chamber
krivinu kao Ajrton Sena
Od mene nema luđeg fenomena
Skroz sam vintage ko Blek stena
Skupe stvari, na autu folije
Od severa do juga, Fruške gore do Golije
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