Lyrics:
Malgré l'BTS ça vent d'la S pour un RS4
Bref, j'met l'bandana comme Santana
RanPanTang Saboteur Don Dada
T'as rien si tu tente nada
Ok mon reuf, ils nous
at the Weiner Schnitzel, got socked in the jaw
By some sixties, I bombed back, the nigga pulled
Out a strap, said it's 6-0, I ducked, then he missed me
Now I'm
six-one blockin' it
If y'all ridin' by, my nigga, we cockin' it
Poppin' on imposters, fake ass mobsters
East side niggas, ain't no stoppin' us
My recipe
felines
Yeah, you niggas is simple, what's a Bentley to a Nissan?
I don't fuck around by the store, but go head and get your lease sign
Yeah, go head,
and
Step out my groove and let out my tools
The hammer kill, the hammer
Will make you stop
Drop and roll like you slipped
On a banana peel
Live by the code
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
you
Should reach for me
When you're chained by the pain
I'll be there to set you free
I'll give you love i'll lift you up
I'm the one who'll be around
and measure planets by parallax
Check out the retrograde motion, kill the notion
Of biting and recycling and calling it your own creation
I feel like Rockwell,
stores
C'est FDM Winner, regarde le score
Ton père poucave ta meuf l'escorte
Coup franc, péno, tu crois qu't'es sur beIN SPORTS
Drive-by, j'pull-up
[Wyclef]
Ladies N gents
Back by popular demand
Its the G&B with Carlos Santana
[Product g&B]
Li we in up in here its not a game no more
You
Yes, um, gloves, draws, socks, tees
All made by Ralph Lauren
No shades, just my eyeballs watching them
Tattoos on top of them
Igloos for watches
money on the jewels
Juelz than Santana
Cause that's the fine you pay
When you shine this way
If it ain't about no money
Then that crime don't pay
See I
a rap,
I have multiple showing, she one in a milli,
Now its colorful stones, cause there's ice in my phillies,
[Juelz Santana]
Sorry, I gotta go I
Badu
Backpacker mit Gang im Rücken wie Tupac Amaru
Na, was sagt ihr dazu? Nach zwanzig Jahren Starruhm
Auf mei'm nächsten Album steht das EGJ-Emblem
everything, beating like Harpo
Rolling purple like Harpo, bitches by the car load
They wana see Prince, I'm pulling strings like Carlos
Santana, now we in
background)
I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl
I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl
I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl
[Juelz Santana]
Uhh, now let me introduce the world
at dealerships, fuck a car note
15's in everything, beating like Harpo
Rolling purple like Harpo, bitches by the car load
They wana see Prince, I'm pulling
my mark on the Earth
Takin' my drugs in doses
My bitch by the pack
Came from the, came from the mud
First to put the hood on the jet
First to put
had the Benz
Swear to god I had the Benz before I had the Bentley
I ain't lien I had the Bentley before I got the Rolls Royce
Control it by voice
send me down by the scarecrow
And they say hey boy
You better picking bluebirds all day long
It's about time you really got it on
And I know you brothers
from or where you at
It take you wherever you wanna go
'Cause when you're in shany's world, man, it don't even matter
See, I go by the name of chink
on palms, and bags labelled Cheech and Chong
The Jimi Hendrix of rap, I got an afro and bandanna
Then I rock jams like Santana
I move MC's like niggas
61 to the 9 the city of mine
Got motherfuckers running like at Santana High
So don't try using my name for your fame
Mad 'cause a youngster got
don't run
And my dog stay bustin his gun
Think that gettin' caught by justices is fun
Keep a blade up in they gums
This is Harlem, where the fuck is
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