Lyrics:
"The Rotten Apple" made me like this
I don't give a fuck
I shoot a nigga down and cut a nigga up
New York made me this way
I'm all about a buck
My
ndi fronting
The reason why your gf is nagging
Maka e nye m ya well
O si na m na aku aku am banging
Ene
Whats your p
Asi na m efugo
O di ka m e need
me I'm the P-R-IN-C-E
O-f t-h-e c-i t-y
I'm W-IZ K-H-A-L-IF-A pussy nigga go'on hate
(go'on hate) pussy nigga go'on hate
Pussy nigga go'on hate
I be
drama but I'm feeling yo mama
Why she get next to me?
We
Droppin off P's
Delivering D
Don't fuk up the recipe!
We
Gotta swerve
Shorty is drama but
a prodigy
I-
N-
D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T
Made my own beats since I was 18
Took a little break at 23
But music found its way right back to me
In the year 1993
I got
Yeah
Ela não resiste meu swag
Quilos, quilos dentro da minha bag
Restaurei seu coração meio ScD
Tava com a vadia no meu colo
Ensina pra elas como é
watch her drop it hey
She gone come with me e e e e
Couple bands down all c's
What do ya want me to say
That I'm flyer than your bae
I might pull up in
The grind no stop I b working like a clock
As I Dey work I’m beging God for favour
Make e show me love and things wey i want
Beg dem for help dem put
On aurait pu se dire
Tout ça
Ailleurs qu'au café
D'en bas
Que t'allais p't'être partir
Et p't'être même pas revenir
Mais en tout cas, ce qui
Cultivando monstro em baixo dá cama
A gente tá preso na fase de pegar as manhã
Eu só quero ir p casa
Oque q é o topo
Desde.o momento q eu nasci q eu já tô no
ciamm cunusciut p cas
subt stu cor te le rubbat
ma nun è stat comm er pensat
si ancor o pnsier mij aropp scetat
e mo m sent sul vogl sta a cas
mentr
it on the M-I-C
You see me N-O-P-E
See I got style but that ain't free
You won't get F-R-E-E
Watching ITV or the BBC
Can't see wood for the T-R-E-E
[Intro: Remedy (children)]
"This is worldwide!"
Life... and what does it really all mean ("this is worldwide!")
Reflect on that (R-E-M-E, D-Y) check
and dignity, that much I can say for it;
And I'm sure it will take the family twenty years to pay for it!
[Chorus:]
It was a helluva fun'ral, It was
grab me a lady and I dose E doe
Ain't nuthin' in this world I'd rather do
Then to guitar pick some country blues
I'm gonna do a little chicken pickin'
Master P
And that's his brother, he peeped that I'm a real one
What about the niggas tryna hit a lick and tryna kill some?
We need a Grammy for
I don't like your family
E ridicol, frate prea multa iarba
P'asta n-o editez baga-mi-as p#la in ea
N-ai descoperit inca ca esti bolnav
Noi iti
CINEMA PARADISO
Se tu fossi nei miei occhi per un giorno
Vedresti la bellezza che
Piena d'allegria
Io trovo dentro gli occhi tuoi
Ignaro se è magia
With tears in your ey-e-e-e-e-e-e-s
(hoop-woo-ooh)
I thought you'd take me back
But now, to my surprise (to my surprise)
<"I'm" sung as a sigh>
your frequency (Transatlantic)
Send it E.S.P.
through the static in the air, I will transmit that I care
Do you read me loud and clear, yes
È a ragiò d'esse felice.
Mi porti à spessu mez'à viaghji
À scopre lochi è paisaghji.
U mo mondu sì tù
M'insegni a via eppo u chjassu
Induve ci vole
J'M'INSPIRE BEcUCOUP DU RcP cLLEMcND
J'ESScYE D'ESQUIVE LES COUPS D'ScTcN
McIS J'SENS QU'J'SUIS cTTIRÉ QUcND MÊME
LÀ J'ROULE UN GROS PILON D'cFGHcN
Sc BULLE
I got some bucks on it, but it ain't enough on it
Go get the S, the T, I-D-E-S
Nevertheless, I'm hella fresh
Rollin' joints like a cigarette (yeah)
A-B-C-D-E-F-G
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P
Q-R-S-T-U-V
W-X- Y and Z
Now they don’t make no song’s like these
So I’m back to the basics of Real MC’s
Now you
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