Lyrics:
I'm famous
All of a sudden she hit me back then she was dodgin' me
The drive-by would be quicker but we plan on parkin' these, ayy
Saint Laurent, I'm
is that the seed of a man chosen by God must not be wasted
Run away, that's the plan, live above the grave
None is safe, I see the pain
You might wanna whip me, I don't
I ain't runnin' 'round with no hoes
I don't live my life by your code
I just work my hands to the bone
I don't grind it
We invest ours put it on your head
Have you killed within the next hour
(Goodnight) i know homie gon' be sick (ha)
I got no album out
Still a Rollie
It’s that time that I pop booze wee
To manyora ame dintshang Dan niggas hoe voel jy
JM, L.L cool J, Mshi le bo Mkhuze
Dude skaars like a thick gold chain
the studio they doubt the album will drop nigga/
Independent. On his own. Motivated to see gold/
All he know is ridin' El Pinos and El Caminos/
SS T Tops.
Espy rb1 spot, Ezekiel Elliot (keep feeding em)
Betcha by golly (geez)
Prince rogers so sorry
Thank god 4 our blessings
Araminta her prancing (Harriet)
adds up but you can't beat me!
Game over grandma!
Sorry, I ain't got time to play,
I don't got the time to waste.
I get the gold at every race,
the same old slang
8th grade rockin' shell toes(?) and fake gold chains
Freestylin' on the playground, the game don't change
Just the playas, who made it
Uh! Its that boy Magnificent
AKA Maaagno
The Rookie Of Da Year
Be on the lookout for that solo album coming soon
[Magno]
It's Magnificent, but you
I could have worn the Lugi but I left it in the house
Now, my niggas Duce and Wayne got gold plates with their names
With the skyline on it with
cats gettin real lame
Same ol' funny cats
Radio Cats
Dummy Squads
Get one gold record step in the party hard
Like Tyson with ten body guards
Quiet
sells shit and gold is the hit
But then I gotta watch my step cause I could get a rep
Always always filling through the void
of the now that's bringing
with me
My debut album it's all prophecy
No predictions in my knack can't mock me
Got to hear this at least two times then you can copy
Regime, nigga you Love 2 Hate
Album to the face, nigga you Love 2 Hate
Yes, it's that nigga you Love 2 Hate
Young nigga, wit money, you Love 2 Hate
got yea
Paris에서 1lly rock yea
세관에 지불해 thousand
3 leica cameras from Germany
yellow gold watches from Switzerland oh yea
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시간이 지나 심장이 썩어
매일
Vollprofi bist
Denken Hoes, sie dürfen biten und dann Gold holen damit
Seid ihr stolz auf mich?
Ich rede von Sun-Diego-Level
Ob ihr wollt oder nicht
Yeah, I'm feeling like Jay-Z Annotateon Reasonable Doubt
My first debut album probably be my last, it's all good though
Us COB boys we out here,
I got them butterflies fluttering in my tummy
When I put together my album I'ma go out and get this money
But these teachers tell me that I have
only fuck with does presented by an A list
See defining me as an Oracle na under statement
No disrespect but no repeat ama pa legend
Many many other
traumas but they don’t forget me
A sick fiend, I’ve got 2 left shoulders
Fueled by liquor cause I can do less sober
I wish my whole crew gets older
but too
lemonade yea I still been in the mix
People switchin up the vibes in here like we ain't never did
Seeing days up on the calendar fly by like it's the wind
You walking
I'm talking about rap shit while getting
Nice whips and gold chains
And Austin is the code name, Your bitch dumb
She ain't giving no brain
and they lost the key
I'm mad as fuck 'cause by now
I'd be on album three
I keep beggin' but no oh oh oh
They wont let me go oh oh oh
I thought it was
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