Lyrics:
thought
I need this weed rolled up
Tryna make that pussy throw up
These n****s ain't got the balls
To go inside you and go nuts
That pussy mine, I give it
(I been through some fuck shit
Can't ever drag me down
Them N****'s getting popped quick
Surrounding sound)
Oh, this shit crazy
I been through some
way behind
Over time, s**t the only way
Back home, rocket tucked, that’s when I’m feeling safe
Kid N play, I don’t play
These n****s kidding round
Word
I never gave a f***
I never a f*** about what n****s thought about me
I mean I did but like f*** it you know'm sayin
You gon' love me man
You gon'
popping
Y'all need to stop it
N****s be stressing bout me
N****s be stressing bout me
Who gonna run down on me
Who gonna run down on me
Why you
des grandes villes
Ils ne m'ont pas trouvé malin,
in, in, in, in, in, in, in, in, in, in.
2
À vingt a
ns un souffle nouveau
Sous le nom d'amoureuse
(Oouu Doney You Killed It)
[chorus]
What you talking bout
N****s be out here dissing to get sum clout
All my pockets be swole like it got sum gout
N****s is stupid or wilding.
Gotta be tripping.
I'm on a mission , stacking up paper, flooding the diamonds.
Tryna be one of the coldest n****s coming
Oh sh*t, gah damn
N****s want a b*w when they normally get a gram
I think they tryna get down (WHcT??)
Oh s*t, gah damn
N****s want a b*w when
the iron on me, ain't try and toss it
I'm making plays on the flinch out my hood
Had the Gucci, the Satchel, my Cleezy, the bubble
N****s know how I go,
(Grim, don't do it to em)
Yeah I'm so hot like an oven
I can still yo bitch with just a button
Imma star and y'all n****s are nothin'
Man y'all music
Walk Through A N**** Block, 2 Glocks, 2 Tecks, 2 2-3's
Give A N**** What He Really Want, When B**** N****s Don't Want Beef
B**** N****s Don't Know
a rot in hell
All these n****s love the game till they rat and get exspelled
I was taking majors L’s, now my haters taking L’s
I ain’t have no confidence
hittas on standby
We sent that shit when y’all came by
N****s ran when we came by
Man I wish Bud would of survived
Now I gotta walk around with the nine
16
Got now and later seeds
N****s need dungarees
We in the middle of Harlem
What we need for them ski's
That's the coverup n****
For the weed,
and Seraphim
In unceasing chorus praising fill the heav’ns with sweet accord:
“Holy, Holy Holy Lord!”
Fill the heav’ns with sweet accord:
“Holy, Holy, Holy
MÉLcNGE DE HcINE DcNS Lc VITTEL
GUCCI FENDI VUITTON
FcUT QU'JENCcISSE EN VITESSE
KILOS DE CÉ DcNS LE BIDON
FcIT TES COURSES J'SUIS GECHcR
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gangstas, macks, pimps, and 'llacs
Hustlers, b****es, n****s, and G's; we having big thangs blowing trees
Shinin', grinin', refuse to lose
I gotta a G in
kollo maradagh ihol bnnaqs
Bo toalin tkhassa tadod ayzr tattn
Ord nkki agh ira ayarm tozlin ns
Or gigh aram idrn abo yjnwin
Or high nkki tamment abo
Ens passem el testimoni, d’un precari caminar
Quan busquem la següent passa l'horitzó se'ns va allunyant
Ens inclinem per la moneda, ens instrueixen
Catch me where the bread at
All my n****s moving tact
Thats a fact
Never dolo
Got my hammer on my lap
Play the blocc
Not the trap
If he come up
n***s in the hood with me
This a no brainer
I feel no pain now
So you can look down at me
Look at me, Look at me
Look at me, Look at me
I make
like a Trojan
And I'm flyin' overseas, and it's long live my dog, I got no emotion
N****s capped for the gram, they ain't havin' no motion
Oh, n****s
to f*** with them b****es
I heard you f*** with them n****s that like to f*** with them snitches
What you got in your pockets, I see you holdin' them
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