Lyrics:
that got canned
But I'm stickin' it out on this al-bam (Bam?)
I mean album
Was on powder, not talcum
Ask Malcolm in the Middle
Everybody ever give you
jednak żył
To jest jak długi
Czasem to Tede nagrań
Tylko jedna płyta Jacka
Nie ma to tamto nagrywam rap na ten album
Nie mam okazji żeby odbierać palantów
infatuated by woman
It's hard to get their attention
When you broke ain't got a whip
Ain't got a crib or let alone an iPhone 6
Trust me I know this facts
These
Chcel by som sa šeckým omluviť
Že som iný že nezapadám do Vašej skupiny
Odjakživa iné videnie a iný feeling
Nikdy nebol follower ale prirodzený
viem povedať v kľude
Že na tejto planéte vás ešte budem dlho strašiť
Ak napíšete, že chcete album, skúsim vydať ďalší
Pre vnútrobloky a lavičky,
comptent .3.5.7
Drive by speed dans une 407
Mon son résonne de Nice jusqu'à Sete
Dans 5 piges je f'rai pendre vos têtes
Ici ça taffe dur, y a d'la pure
even got to buy you stuff
I was broker than a joke, but you were by my side
I don't take that shit for granted, let me tell you why, hold up
People
chill
I pop another pill to get up out my thoughts (damn)
Life been really toxic, overrated
I don't feel appreciated anymore
By people I thought it
Komm' in Jogginganzug wie ein Asozialer
Puste Shisha-Liquid aus dem Panorama
Meine Jungs starten Drive-Bys ausm Rolls-Royce (pow, pow)
Deine Jungs
Satan I gatan
Veronica Maggio
Produced by Christian Walz
Album Satan I gatan
Du går med blicken vänd, kan du ha sett mig än?
Nån borde byta
na celé mesto
V ktorom som porobil tak veľa zverstva
Ja mám view na celé mesto
V ktorom som porobil tak veľa zverstva
Že by 20 albumov ani náhodou
'cause her music's too loud
And she just caught up in the zone of a Ludacris album
Now she's home, she opens the door, moves to get out
Soon as the foot
Mein Album schlägt ein wie 'ne Bombe, Nagasaki
Drive-by mit 'ner Dessert von der Kawasaki
Brüder haben keine Schuld und bluten in Guantanamo
over me
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be a little
been used
And it looked like I dipped it in cranberry juice
It looked like I covered my face in tomato ketchup
By the time that I was through
Ihr seid alle gedoped, wir haben alle Kanonen
4-3, Drive-by vom Mountainbike
Meine Waffen sind echt, deine Counter Strike
Ali-Baba vierzig Räuber
(Schöneberg)
Jeder Tag war wie der letzte (jeder)
Fick die Bullen, kenn' meine Rechte (fick)
Meine Kugeln in dein Thorax (Drive-By)
Schieße weiter, bis du
7: Repeat with verse
New chores, yeah, "New Freezer" shit
New nigga, you can tell by my demeanor
I'm just thinkin' ahead, stackin' big boy chips
mort, c'est l'album de ma vie
J'suis rentré dans ta tèss, y avait pas tant d'cadors
Les pules-cra vendent la mort, j'm'en fous d'tes ventes balourd
Ich cruise im Hummer durch die City, du wählst 1-1-0
Denn ich bring deine Gang-Member bei nem Drive-By um
Es macht einmal BUM (Bum)
Und du kommst
Armee
Bin so stolz auf mich heute, wenn ich deine Art seh'
Nach meinem Album gibt es für euch Pisser kein Plan B
Hab mich ganz alleine hoch gekämpft
un tremblement d'ter-toss
Amène ta clique: on les couche tous
On arrive dans l'rap tout schuss
Lourd comme la patate à Mouss Diouf
Drive-by en
Knarre raus, pass auf! Mach keine Fehler
2013 Azzlack Randale. Mein Album wie ne Pumpgun in Merkel's Visage.
Keine Toleranz zu dem Bastard Sarrazin
From all the truth that I've said
Come by it honestly I swear
I thought you saw me wink, no
I've been on the brink to
Tell me what you want to hear
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