Lyrics:
Oh nah nah
Whole clique here with the "Ra-Ra"
You ain't with the smoke or the zaza
Laughin' in his face like "Ha, ha"
Aye, man, y'all know what
they won't
stop it
Though it's just my dad's mum and la mama de la mama'
Played your mum my album and she's like "T come on
by!"
And I'll come
Why ain't you just tell me you was lonely?
You know you ain't gotta be by yourself
I know it's getting hard, but this a lesson
You're never gonna
that's
There's a lot of percussion
There was yeah
Lots of things getting hit by other things
A notch down
Ctrl+A
Kay, now we're ready
Ctrl+C
We literally
time
Not gonna lie must folks never stay for the ride
Why live a lie work hard game times over in five
No need for nines trust god when in need of a sign
non-talent motherfuckers are stealing my spotlight in a dumb way
This is no game, this ain't JB, this a straight shoot
I knew by the end of this album, I
tell?
Whole team turning 30 like that album by Adele
Its 90Sitcom like fresh prince or saved by the bell
Them streams don't count if you just playing em
my thing cause I don't give a shit
How you niggas wanna swing
You can get touched
Cause none wanna mess with us
I call your bluff
Cause y'all just be
an album can change a nigga's life around
I got friends and bitches on my dick
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I don't know
You probably wonder what this all about
I told you i was coming with a album out
I told u i was not holding back anymore im devoting my medulla
Till
album
Maybe I should stop rapping)
(Saj)
How I keep spitting and yet all of my albums still floppable
Say I’m like medicine that’s why I stay being
album's just announced,
When we fall off we just bounce,
Got our chance and now we pounce,
Our fans wish is our command,
Back by popular demand,
Never
I heard your album and I don't believe a word of it
I think you're soft like that trick, Mother Hubbard
Fillin' the cupboard with gang goods
Like
hypothetical
These are the facts, a little metaphysical
We are one, every heart every lung
So why then was the black man hung?
He was hung by
a mil before my album hit the shelves
And I ain't talkin' bout no signin' bonus (uh-uh)
'Tics went platinum to remind ya homey
I'm not a restroom so
the mall, or creepin out the mo? wit?
Roc-a-fella, def jam, the right label to go wit
And when the album drops, are they really gon promote it?
Is L.A behind
Alkopoligamia, która na początku
Istnienia zajmowała się produkcją ubrań
By z czasem rozszerzyć działalność
O fonografię w tekstach na solowych płytach
Najczęściej
I be on the way
I'm sorry about the way
The new album is on the way
I'm in my zone
On and off stage I perform
I'll take them by storm now
Watch I'm
the artist behind the music
I might do a pop up exhibition
And get the streets & high society to put a red dot by this piece
If y'all don't know what a red dot
Well, I wonder why you don't call me
Why don't you ever call me by my name
and Mr. Shadow.... aka the Mayhem Click
And we're talking about rumors
Now Lil' Rob we understand you have an album out called The Crazy Life
Can you tell
a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
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