Lyrics:
take-out and delivery? (what?)
Serve 'em at the spot or we bring it to them literally (yup)
And it'll be a cold day in hell
If you hear about the evidence
get it in, hand me the smoke
Ugh
Press it to my dome
Bitch I'm in my zone
I keep the fire hoe
Feel like a pyro
Flyer than Spyro
Serve out the bass, it
get it in, hand me the smoke
Ugh
Press it to my dome
Bitch I'm in my zone
I keep the fire hoe
Feel like a pyro
Flyer than Spyro
Serve out the bass, it
eccoti qua
Un la-la-la-la
Non serve a niente, ma ci basterà
Riprendere a remare
Non smetter di contare
Guardarsi un po' annaspare
Comunque farlo
non stare soli
Tu dimmi a cosa serve che mi mandi i fiori
L'ho fatto perché solo tu mi mandi fuori
Sobrio, sobrio, sobrio
Non lo sei mai quando
hustlin'
(Bitch, I'm hustlin')
Tryna turn nothing to something
Late night in the cell with my youngin
(My youngin)
Gave him ten tryna serve him an undercover
Jojo al beat
Yeah, oh, vuoi restare ancora un po' allora resta per sempre
Perché altrimenti non lo so il paradiso a che serve
Questo pianeta è
Quella blu cobalto che mi fa addormentare
Quella rossa prima degli occhiali da sole
Va giù, come va giù
Quella bianca mare che serve per la dieta
fi serve time
And yuh baton haffi tough like a sintin' fi fight crime
Grab mi throat, pop off my clothes (mhm)
Arch mi back, me touch mi toes (pop
Take hits, always smokin find me posted like a landline
Back up, in the building, on crunch time,
If she bad then imma serve her like a lunch line
Take
about how to serve
A higher breed and the canyon deep
How you can never reach between us
Through the power
And convenience
All that I see
Is
of success like a basset hound
If anybody near this throne, I'll take the bastard down
Y'all dumb down the product and disburse it to the market
I serve my
will be the last single need to serve
Because we can't live without water or music
We got seven days
Seulement une semaine pour oublier
Oublier
tradire, okay, ma senza farlo sapere
A cosa serve fingere che sia per sempre? Ma tu ami mentire
Braccialetti e collane sembrano manette e catene
Per
thinking of the reason thinking bout how we used to serve morning to evening only. I went straight from rejects to a check. Lost plenty of homies, but not
quick
Architect a lick make it stick
Never trick
Juh Bag a bih
Make sure y’all click
Then serve da dick
Attack the chips n make em flip
Don’t never
saggin'
Who attract attractive women a slap (damn)
Just so happens that his Mac
Is converted to rappin'
His satisfaction when he serves
Up his lyrical
goulash
They food out of a soup box
They let you in if you look like Tupac
Yeah, yeah, never heard of Akerbp
Turks go to Bergen and serve 'em a curry
Men
Come si sopravvive
A una vita di mode
E discorsi vuoti, senza una fine
Prova a convincermi come
Quando gridi il mio nome
Non ci serve a niente
Deve-se ter cuidado ao passar no trapézio
Memo que pese o desespero dos novos tempos
Se um like serve ao ódio, bro, nesse episódio
Breve o bom
sai
In un profumo buono (in un profumo buono)
La felicità la si trova anche in un vestito nuovo (in un vestito nuovo)
Non mi serve un'altra
Spice Weezy serve it with some thug poetry
[Chorus: x2]
I smash on niggas pullin' triggers
We leave 'em stressed
Never leavin' home without
Bruckheimer of the rhymers, remind the
If memory serves then I've been on my Arthur
Asheing for the cash, know I'm gripped like a halter
Back to my react
shotting Zombieland, I serve the fiends
Take her out to Harrods
Put it down, that purse is cheap
I'll only let you rep it
If it's dressed in double G's,
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