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some money?
What's your whole name?
You ever been to West V? Drive the whole day
How the fuck you tryna beef
You ain't got no pape'?

My mama said, "Stop

jestem za legalem i
Znam typa co robi pape na legalnej trawie

Ja nie jestem za legalem bo sprzedaje tra
(ej mordo no co ty ej) żartowałem pale pale
Podaje

bitch?
Huh, ayy, ayy, ayy (yeah)

Hunnids blue, fifties pink, I like all pape
No, we do not use hands, this ain't Allstate
If there's food on my plate then

you will get
Hit with a mean left
Out the way, counting pape', eating Beni's
Opps talking loose, couldn't show me a penny
You do not punch, couldn't

final act
Jeff Hardy chopstick, this a faith twister
Boy, I'm a chip jamming, shit talking
Pape' getter pulling phones out the bitch
You'd rather cake

my bitch is holy
Looking like December 25th
All these giffies on me
Think you finna play with my pape'?
You would die for that
Bro'll wet your fucking

asking
Can she hang around?
Nah, I don't wanna fuck, baby
Let's just pape' around
I had to double back and park
It up for the second round you ain't gang

the pape', dr strange
It picked me
I ain't wanna get the cake to save everybody
To get Crumbs, Sosa, Bobby
Trade every dollar
It's two oh, they want my soul
I

Hmmmm, oeeh-oeeh hmmmm, oeeh-oeeh, hmm-mmm
P-pApE

Jij doet wat je kan en wij doen wat we willen
Jij ligt krom en ik ontspan
En dat zijn de

my pape'
I’m over here eating
I ain’t even grab the lunch tray
Hold up, I hear Kevs chains, better dip
There go Miss Drake
Now I buy one, tryna get

Bitch, bitch, bitch

Pape' laying with the chopstick
That’s a sushi roll
Yes, that's a rack in my jeans
Like the Uzi song
Always with the ShittyBoyz,

kit dance
Shortest nigga with the tallest pape', bitch
I'm big Stan
Gen5 Glocky, it's impossible my stick jam
Saw my bank statement, I
Done blew some

it
They understand we took this way 'cause
We ain't have another option
Son, you know I got the pape'
See an opp nigga, drop him, easy money

Shh, keep

frische Ernte fast so
Gut, dass ich komme, ya
(wuh, wuh, wuh)
Meine Medizin ist die Knolle (ay)
Gib KKUBA vierunddreißig Papes und 'ne Tonne
Ay

Mówi zwykły

à Dallas pour Kennedy
Vous m'aurez pas
J'ai un holster sous mon Teddy
Le Pape endort la masse avec
Des promesses à la messe laisse, j'encaisse

Vamos todos

You're tuned in to the industry's
Finest DJ, DJ p-pApE
The motherfucking mixtape king
Big squad shit man
Noordpool in deze bitch man

Ik denk aan

28 Grad, Digga, gebe Gas (oh)
Shawty holt die Papes, Jazn dreht das Gras
(ahh) will im Geld schwimm'n, so wie Dago
(na na na na)
Drehen Runden in

Pape plus designer equals your bitch
Minus all her clothes
My whip looking just like ace of spades
I ride with all these poles
Bro don't got no friends I

Love when it’s chicken in my fingers, bitch
I’m Uncle Joe they ain’t put no pape’ in my
Pockets so it’s fuck these hoes
I can peep the fake love through

fuck around and lift off
Feel like I done taught it English
I'll make the stick talk
Pape busting out the skinny jeans
This the shit walk
Looking at my

shit be borin'

Yeah, I can't pop out if it ain't about no pape'
Mama, look at your lil' dropout, poppin' shit since I was eight
Used to sleep

Papé, yeah) alonz'

J'ai ni père, ni mère dans l'milieu
Si j'suis là c’est grâce à Dieu, à la chance
À 3-6-1 qu'ont joué l'jeu à mon groupe
À mon jus de

Vraag aan Jandro hoe die wiet slaapt
Terwijl pApe nog een beat maakt

Nog een check is weer een hit
Nog meer checks is hoe ik bigie en lit
Ga ik omhoog

Moonlights
Rauch in der Nacht, die ganze Zeit high
Smoke killt mich mit der Zeit
Sweet Girls, slide-slide
Zeit vergeht, nichts bleibt gleich

Brauch' ein Pape