Lyrics:
by Obama
Got his lo from a lil' bitch, this score a breeze like Bahama
Yeah niggas run they mouth now they turn into some runners
Know my shorty
dripping
Toda esa shit la compro
Mira ese nigo quiere mi tiro
Me doy un hit lo compro
Bala granada mirame brotha
Otra mente que ya esta preparada
Me tiran
lo,
yop, yop
Pull up, serve at Tahoe
Since them niggas talkin' shit, call they hoe up to fuck throat, yop, yop
In the club, lil' freaky bitch tryna
black ice
Cold world
Or a cold game
G wagon or the white range
10 blunts trying fight pain
During lockdown see the price change
Price change
Gotta charge
(Can't forget, Roger) how real is this?
How real is this?
G-unit radio (yeah)
America, welcome to the land of the brave (brave)
America,
ciekawi co porusza
Skumaj ziom to jest właśnie rapu dusza
CMWŻfG rap jest Gorzką Żołądkową
Mówię to co wiem nawijamy to i owo
Co nas boli co ciekawi co
On the mic coming tighter than a drop top Mustang
Well you can catch me in that 6-5 pony with double O cams
Doing 80 on skates, getting chased by Jakes
They
Agoo by Abban & King Gborna Lyrics
Se me now,
King Gborna orginal yeah, ahuurh.
If eno dey make sense
Make u no dey come dey worry me oo (agoo ni
man
To get these words out
In the way I envision it
Elevate by any means so you know I'm gear shifting it
Great Bambino, over the fencing it
No more
hudai iyo beef
Mess na me unageuzwa spliff
Tupwa chini toka cliff
Nmeshinda stu na shingo stiff
Ka unadai war ebu share iyo lo
Gain iyo traction 4 by 4
Ka
stings
Gory might pass out
Like fighter scene
Or a g force turn top flying thing
*UFO*
*You don't know*
*About Thiago*
Speakerboxx blasting shoutout
What’s the static my nigga?
Had to look em in his eyes
Ima actual killer
Took my mama by surprise
Said I actually did it
We ain’t them
Bitch I’m him
by a hundred dicks
Fuck a faggot tranny loving bitch
Stand up when you piss
No hate speech, I'm speaking to the ones in the bohemian g r o v e
the vault
Let's talk, buy the dip
That's money talk, profit 50%
Reinvest, that's a somersault
Grown man been this reason why I'm by the water
Stress free,
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
and ask why the hell my eyes bleed
Living by the code of the streets
Creased up with white tees
I ain't trying to be icy but might be
Lyrically the right G
(Como se mueve la clika!)
(Uh)
BACK ON WORK
(Uh, Uh)
BACK ON WORK
(Uh, Uh)
Double my cash by doubling back
I’m outta the dirt
(Uh, Uh)
Back
from Tennessee
Ooh-ee the stee-lo, they know
Tennessee tags on the back of the Durango
Ain't no players like down south players
Them boys there do come
a nigga's song under my label,
Versworldrecords,
So I shouldn't do more Splits already rip him apart by that method,
Y'all niggas can learn and see,
Who
some over 25 shit
Shit I'm over there by like 6
Maybe 7 by the time this drops
I'm getting to the age where I'm reminded lots
That I'm running outta
Everything can be done by God
Tori wipe awa l'omo ologo ayeraye
Because we are the children of eternal glory
A ki nse omo ologo 4G
We are not the glorious
(two, two)
One, two, three (ah), hit me
M.I. by night, frate
È dai tempi del Leoncavallo quando
Oltre lo sballo avevo il rap, i graffiti e
Me levanto en la mañana, es un fin de semana
Y no hay que comer, ¿qu tengo que hacer
Encontrar gente es para vender lo que me quedo ayer
So I can
word
Now I'm stoned and all alone
It's like 3 up in the morning east coast
So you know I need some hot wangs
Some chopsticks for my lo mein, word
Grab
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