Lyrics:
killer, who works by the phone book
For you I got a lot to shoot my songs in here
My rhymes are hotter than a prostitute with ghonnerea
On the mic I
was you
I ain't sayin' I'm a knowitall
But something sure should have tipped you off
When he said, "Hey baby can I bum a couple bucks for gas,"
surely go
This pillar of sleep orbited
By thousands of delicate thoughts that will surely go
These satellites fleeced at the door
Comprised of the reason
thinking
Your first breath in and the clock starts ticking
I'm not trying to bum anyone out
Not trying to be dramatic, just thinking out loud
I'm just
don't force it (force)
Millis get you on the Forbes list (couple bags)
Got my people by side
So we shine like we flawless, uh
I can never be a tourist
like I was
at the end the world had me by the roach clip/ until
my ghost is countin dead roses its over close it that
the bidnosis/ hits is hypnosis
Dobra nie ma bum bang sratatata
Szatan opanował znów ten lunapark
Trzeba tłumacza wam tu
Próg wyłamanych zamków
Nie daje odetchnąć miastu
Powiedz co
This world is my cave
And the cave molds the background
of a picture painted by you
Hey yo it's time
(Yeah it's time)
Yeah it's time
(Hey yo
five-ten, weighin one-seven-one
But if you close your eyes, swore you're gettin crushed by a bum
Be like "oh Nelly, can I call you Mr. Hanes?"
Whichever one
o tym co jest pod blokami (robię rap)
O tym o czym innym nie wypada
Sprawdź Dziada za mną mój skład się skrada
Uwaga sytuacja czasem wymaga by
Pokazać
Where we at? Right by Libra? Churches? Okay!
I used to walk 'round
That corner right on Flintwood
Pack your bag shorty with a
100 pounds of good
I
absconding
So he promised to write; at least twice a year
A woman there caught me eye she said""Do you wanna hump me?""
But by then I'd drunk about a gallon
die beat donner hey
Die is jou jam
Die is jou jam maak hom spread soos peanut butter want jy weet die is jou jam
I like big bums and I cannot lie ek is
(Oh-oh-oh) Schwarz-weiß, müssen Farben zähl'n
(Oh-oh-oh) Jeden Tag auf Haze
Fick den Staat so wie Pablo E
Meine Jungs leben Day by Day (oh-oh-oh; ey)
niggas (ayy)
I am to P to have beef 'bout a B
It's just BB and BG by the feet
Bodies get tied if it be, by the fee (ayy, ayy, ayy)
You niggas ain't
On the stage where before you went in, you had to circle 'round
I heard their doubts but I won
Left 'em behind on their bums
Still shake it every time I rhyme,
Undefined
Make half a million every year, I'm getting watched by the IRS
I'm deep inside the game while niggas still taking baby steps
Hit my
erreicht mein' Swag
Digga, fick dein Image, ihr seid bloß fake
Jeder von euch Lookalikes wär' gern Kay
Fenster runter, Drive-By auf dich Hater bam bam
and don't be a bum
Cheer up yourself and have some fun
Know that the things that ghetto youths face
Everyday they get shot by the gun
Learn by your
i wypłata matki starczała, by przeżyć
Ja wiedziałem, że w końcu będę musiał w coś uderzyć i uwierzyć
Że zajawka zmieni się w profity, będą
They say get it in by all means
By all means we all fiends, pick your crutch
Living in this big world on small screens, sip your cup
And play your
the night is through
Girl, I swear
That I care
(Look-look)
And I'll be there
I can tell it's you, by the tone like clockwork
Know it's you
Toczę se bekę z megalomanów a do melomanów pozdro respekt
Nie biorę fanów za hordę baranów ja z nimi jestem
Bum! Porywam tłum rywal obywa się smakiem znów
Havin' a barbie by the river
With no one else around
A tropical honeymoon
Knocking a Four X down
She was standing in the water
Eating a pumpkin
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