Lyrics:
tu de mi
Tu sabes que tu mas famoso me hace a mi
Sigue hablando, sigue hablando
A mi no me importa lo que la gente habla de mi
Sigue hablando, sigue
y'all!
Let's go!
Hey operator I need a favor
Please be my savior
If only I could have one wish
I would like to call my dad
Ask him if I’m good or bad
kopec času
Ľudia sa pýtali, či ma náhodou nevydierajú
Mali srdce lepšie jak vaši rozmaznaní fagani
Keď prišli problémy, nemohli sa doma skryť za mamy
Aya ou comme Zendaya (hey)
Tu t'assoies sur un cutter, R.I.P Martin Luther-king
J'suis plus souvent dans l'avion que dans Uber Eats
On parle pas,
chci bejt starší, možná beru zpět
O-oh, ye, start, start, super start, no-no (Hey)
Role píše budoucnost
Jejich roli věří, papíry ji jistí, že má job
wanna ride or die na na na na na na na na yo
I'm driving down 35, usually don't drink and drive
My adrenaline is rushin-, I got a cop by my side
Stop
Hey
Put that shit on everything, I don't wanna ever change (yeah)
Love me but you doubted me (yeah), knew it since the beginning (what?)
We got
right
So I take a deep breath, I walk over
I say "hey you shouldn't just be in movie theaters
You should be in movies with that pretty face
Can I take
to the trap, get it fast
Take a sip, call a Lyft, tell a joke I'ma laugh
And you know I'm spazzin', no coke I'ma pass
We could talk but I don't wanna know
Hey BossHoss, can we go thrift shopping?
(What, what, what, what, what, what, what )
What, what, what, what, what, what, what (bada, badada,
si baby doll get in my carucha, u've heard about me and they told u to be trucha.
Otra vez como la ves da same story, a rumor started by a girl
to you with your heels on now
Make me wanna weigh you up and give it to you by the pound
Caliente songs on tha hot tamale
Your pants, your bra, your
through the street
Handle business, pullin' all nightas, and losin' sleep
Do what I gotta do
"Hey, I'mma holla at y'all later, I'ma get at you
I
In the opinion of this court
The boy's depraved on account of he ain't had a normal home
Hey, I'm depraved on account of I'm deprived
So take
estilo todito caliente me salto lo tibio
Agüita, agüita
Me llueven diositas
Las más finas se agitan me caen distintas gracias a la vida
Es que soy un
at the club tonight
Yeah, I'ma got it
Peace I'm out, you know how it go
(Verse 1)
I'm standing at the door of the club
Breath smelling like a pub
Gettin VIP
partied man, motha fuckers throwin' up,
motha fuckers fightin' and shitÂ…DJ was whackÂ…
damn bout to party by myself man. Just sit back here and chill out,
and that bump, bump
Lookin so fine
Caramel skin gotta squeeze that spine
Gotta let her know
By the end of the show I'ma have my hoe
Oye morena que
and that bump, bump
Lookin so fine
Caramel skin gotta squeeze that spine
Gotta let her know
By the end of the show I'ma have my hoe
Oye morena que
Young scoe Mack, toe back
The one ya'll love to blow back
I'll got five fingers, it ain't no riddle
By the only one showing is the one in the middle
Hey yo, my name is Uzi, we got my
man JT Money in the house, my man Madd Ball, and we just
cold wreckin' shit! And we lettin' you know, on Round 2,
want static? Punk, don't trip
Dope beats laid by DJ Slip
My lyrics go good with the groove
And while you're dazed, I pull a jack move
My rep never lets,
the wrong channels
Step out your house in your Sunday's best brown flannel
Rockin' your khakis, you a tall kid, they fit me baggy
You try to follow I'ma
Hey homes
It's Psyklone, vato
Ha-ha
Psyko Funk in the house
[ VERSE 1: Ganxsta are?dd ]
Well, I remember in September you was walkin around the club
.JPG/220px-Cam'ron_2014_(portrait_crop).JPG "Camron")
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