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księdza rap to jest Mesjasz
Przekaz poruszony chór klaszcze śpiewa
Bliżej środka jest DJ Ołtarz
To sen Teodora a nie teologia
To nieboska fobia ja chcę

DJ: 
This is your dance captain speaking, and that was the sound of your inflated expectations for tonight crashing. Don't worry, kids - there's

checkin in the closet for my blue velour suit
pipin all around it wit the matchin Tim boots
hop up in the wagon wit the 20 inch shoes on(oh)
ridin

body she think she a DJ
Get out my phone, don’t reply to no essay
Hold up
We not just chillin when Netflix be on
I be so high in the air like a drone
She

Nowadays, I'm feelin' the sun rays
Working these long days to live here in the bay
History of waves, funk and DJs
Bay shit all day, yeah we don't play
I am

confusing
Comparing wit me other
Losers Don't you do it
The one only
Them other niggas Phony
Speaker Knockers
I ride by my lonely
I need all my bread
Fuck

bunnies doing rails of my shit
Rhymes you can’t kick
Yes, I go hard
The spit’s addictive, call me Esco-bars
Got DJs in their drawers, cut-cutting up the mix

This what you really really wanted huh
Sparkles on the bottle what you wanted huh
Standing in the chair with blue hunnas huh
Snapchat that moment

not check her (woo woo)
Check or cash it don't matter just get income
Just got sucked up by a thot and showered the bitch in cum
Stop cuming in bitches

bright blue, carpool past you
To the imperial light
Did you remember to write
Me an answer
About the night that the world turned faster
Than we ever knew

gone and bite a rat by the sunset
And how's dad's gym going
Powerful is his bench press
Does mum still ballet in the garage
Does my brother still DJ

her head high
And grabs attention of any bitch when we drive by
She's not the kind to be fake, nigga, she's just real
And got several different ways

ball

See that blue beamer? Bet you I'm a taws
And Lil' Jarek got lined by a bitch
And his mans went out like a dummy
Lil' nigga got shot in his tummy

dunk

shout outs
To the Sisyphus approach
if you picking up boulders
given to you by your folks
if you got another lets Give it a go in you
i been you

the money like midnight at the bar cantina writing lyrics on a napkin off the liquor 
Hopping off the stage with DJ Quik while we mobbin to the whip

solved easily
D-D-D-D-DJ Slide

Never make mistakes, that's life, you can't deny
You said you got no wrongs, so why the hell would you just lie?
I'm going,

Uh what the fuck are we doing
5 shots in still ain't got a clue 
Only feeling sober like in every blue moon
Heard you like to dance with the Dj in

on the first
When I only get paid on the third
That's why I'd rather get paid by the eighth, can you blame me
Less bullshit talking, more big smoke flaming

can walk downtown, plastic cup with a drink
So I hit the road, pack my flow
Oh delay, Vamanos, peep the south coast
Paint blue for the ghost
Within

on the road
You wonder whose body, I'm gon' leave you guessin'
I know it's a test, I said I'm the best
I feel like DJ Khaled, my presence a blessing
Pull up

he miss you
By the Way you shake that ass, I can tell you got grip toO
G5 in Miami, Blue flames in ctlanta 
Thick bitches this yo season 
Yeah you know

pretending

Produce in the kitchen, DJ and remixing
Walk up in the building, one SiX stand on business
I cheat on my bitches, live by my decisions
I'm really

mon visa Thaï', j'suis au Trocadéro
Qui veut la bite de Roger Rappeau'z?
Dé-dédicaces à mon grand-père, et ses râteaux
Bardiss, fléchettes, DJ Kemar et

Drive by these niggas
And hit a lil U-ey so they all know I might repeat
Got a gravestone witcho' name
Hear lies to be entertained
"Here lies a fuck nigga