Lyrics:
Yeah man
Imma fall, you see I can't (um)
Imma funk, when I ain't home
Imma sip on this Airborne
Imma fuck, bitch I'll share it too
Camouflage on my
die Karotte großgezogen zu 'nem Faker?
(Seine Mutter?) Die Antwort liegt in meinem Bett und bläst grad
Drive-by aus dem Mercedes AMG
Es werden wieder
at det gjer litt vondt
Alt oss skulle bli
Um oss berre ga det tid
Men e ha endle forstått at det ikkje bli oss
Det e en siste ting e vil si
Og det e
Stay High
Data Luv
Rage, ja
Kauf' mir Goyard-Bags, made it by myself
Um mein' Neck, da scheinen die Diamonds
Auf mein Head, eine Chrome als
needed a window to climb
For my peace of mind
How do you sleep at night?
You told my mum to give me up, she took me away to hide, um
Look me in
Bambi“
Bin für alles dankbar, schau, wohin es uns führt (ja, ja)
Dank den Menschen um mich rum, kann ich den Himmel berühren, ah
Ich kann nicht
As we transmit live here from the White House
At this landmark moment in time
Voters have turned up by the millions to decide who gets, um…
Verse 1
sleep, no
Mind your business and keep low
Live and die by that G code
Now we made a name, but fuck fame
I'm just blessed, that my luck changed
I can
that they're by your side
I hope you know you are we
I just thank you so much, um, for listening to this album
And just thank you for giving your
fill a niggaz ass hot slugs twist
This blood knot hear um all po
Fly flossin in beamers shot caller call off shots at in between his eyes when I hit
'em
Wenn wir rumcruisen und paar Strikes machen
Drive-by auf eure kleinen Gassen
Danach umsteigen und einen paffen
Keine Zeit, ich muss weitermachen
Ist bisschen schwindelerregend, wie man sich dreht um sich selbst
Ich sterbe so langsam, denn ich lebe so schnell
Als Kind war alles klar, jetzt
the things I do for you my love
[reapeat]
[Verse 1]
I never wanted it to be like this I wanted to be the one to treat you
Like a queen always be by your
Stop playin' with me, stop playin' with me bitch, stop playin' with me
I'm like the B.G.'z I'm gat totin'
By this time it's the bulldog barrel smokin'
I
my chips
Stare a bitch down when I rock my whips(UH!)
Knowin that you hate me on the low, cock glock by dicks
Stick me for the ice on my wrists
Keeps
kill you in a row
Move slow when I pass by
'Cause it's going get serious on a second when a nigga like me get high
I don't get stoned fuckin
So it's about what, half eleven?
I've had a bit too much to drink and, um, I need to pee so
I go to the bathroom and I see this girl crying over
(Um, dois, três)
(And YouNotUs)
I got my worries on the floor tonight
Like a dress I'm not gonna wear (gonna wear)
Move around me, your
But not once I felt what this idol feeling was like
Now people scream Adam Blad like it's always been around
What was life like before I was drowned by
rare over by Cherson, Cherson,
we calcify fathers here below
a watery cross, with weeds
entwined
This grins restoredly,
low sleep
Wave
Oh, no,
shush
Yeah, ooh
Say what?
On God
I was just, um, floorside
Even though they lost, shit
(Keed, talk to 'em)
Yeah, I drop the top
by 4 too
Huh, ever see it? 16, 12, and 6. Yea
Hey Jerry, what song is that? Live. What's that? Um
Only one here, go for it. How about there's a house
kill you in a row
Move slow when I pass by
'Cause it's going get serious on a second when a nigga like me get high
I don't get stoned fuckin
of the mystified sun
65 million degrees divided by the shine's sum
Right, um, back to the angry talking
clpine avalanches vanish, bars are anti-frosted
Smashed in
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