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Lukasyno Peja black album
Tak to robią stare wilki

Niczym mrok który spowił miasto czarny charakter
Tak bezszelestnie się skradam każdy krok jest

And pantsuits owned by Hilary Rodham,
So just do me a favor
Take this album and blast it
And Understand you just been blessed With an instant classic
This is what

to nie obchodzi czy dajesz bratankom czy kuzynkom
Życzę ci by było miło tylko nie myl sypialni z ulicą

Joł wbijam na rower Amigo oj nieładnie ci się

take a shot are you gonna chase it
In a crowded room I see no faces
Only by yourself I see you facing me
Only for the night you find your space in me

Dziś każda zawistna kurwa wpierdala resztki w kanale, jak szczur

Wrogowie się łączą, by stać się nam wrogiem i nawet w zespole klękają do kabla

že mý srdce pro tebe bije
A když se máme, tak vim, že se jen tak nevylije

Tohle album je fakt topový
Osm songů z toho sedm prod. by Lil Grippie
A co

the dollar sign, I thought I told you niggas
I learned the game by watching Diddy and clocking Hova figures
Dinero here to set the tone this shit is motion

to dám

Navždy jsem G, se mnou boys, nejdu sám
Ušel jsem kus cesty, vyprahlej jsem, savana
Rok v mých botách bys nedal, ne-li dva
Dávám tomu dva roky

alot by myself
Probably why I dont ever ask for help no more
(Yeah)
Would you catch me if I fall, yeah
Made my own way through it
Yeah Im bad with my words,

Rhinestone on my hustle breakin necks
I been workin on my album mayne I don't get no rest
And I′m not like you basic cause I'm not like the rest
Now if you

Inside my drawer, there was an old photo album with myself all tanned up.
Pulling an all nighter, saying ”going to bed is a waste of time”
At no

a bitch
Blinded by the mission
Been a menace
I admit it
A demon of pretension
When I'm prayin on retention
Catch a bitch lackin I been on a roll (kick it)
I

when I'm chasing the lights
I said what I said I don't ever feel right
I lay up in bed with my demons they bite

I been in my room I been making an album

of an army broken
In the words of a spell unspoken
My defender of kings, we bow
And follow by your side

Masters of Rock
Sing for me

In the valley

kinda struggling just by myself
I'm just thinking
I been thinking too much, way too much
I'm just thinking
I been thinking too much, way too much
But,

album on Adderall, fuck it though
Nowadays I need a dose of reality
Couple grams of life and a few lines of family
My mom told me this is like some

at least. I ain't treat em the way Too $hort told
Back when album number 10 was slapping out East O
And I was riding with my pops everyday in section 8

just want to get into that club to shake her bottom
She think if she drink this liquor then it's gon' dissolve 'em
When she grabbed me by my neck, I

me through
This spell outta hell hits me like a flu
Screw you
Screw you

I rather would die than meet you by two
Your spell outta hell hits me like

Hey songwriter, where have you been
I haven't heard from you in a long time my friend
That first album you dropped got me through a lot
I played it

before it fell out
Doing shit that rappers'll never do
You know I'm on that
So why don't I start by telling
You what was in my contract?
Make the type

I'm recordin' that shit on
The fuckin' little mic
By the little camera thing on
The fuckin' Mac book
So this shit is choppy and bad quality
But fuck

voluntary, nor one that you can show
A noose that's tied so scarcely merely acts to keep you on your toes

Everything you've been's grown toxic, disguised by

ride
But I won't lie, sometimes life felt like a drive-by
Still that same kid you met, spittin' sci-fi
I was thirteen makin' beats in Gatlinburgs Five