Lyrics:
Balkan
Er sagte mir: "Mach's gut!"
Ich sagte: "Stipo, mach's besser!"
Trennten uns am Aerodrom Nikola Tesla
Und mussten an die Front gehen
Centralna Bosna
front of us And they tell us, we can live If we change, if we organize, If we save, if we believe. While they stole And they wasted, Dressed up need,
And soon he's painting in blood
And that man is me
La vida perdi
Now I'm casting a shadow in front of me
Now I've drained my heart so I no longer bleed
corps, pas ton cœur et encore
T'auras juste un thank you et
Ils f'ront les lovers tant que, tant qu'ils n'auront pas ton cul
T'es une femme intrépide et
Έχεις shooters έχω shooters
Θα πεθάνουμε στο front line
Young master Sky dweller
Day just day day presidential
Jubilee rosé blue face
Δεν ξέρω ποιο να
at you right in front of your mama
(Hah) yeah, don't make me get your location
(I know where to find you, nigga)
Yeah, don't make us grip up and
Take us
Fuck les 1000e par mois
Khey ça nourrit pas l'squa'
Tension devient palpable
Au front j'ai mon paquetage
J'sais qu'c'est pas dalle qui manque
the pictures right
At the front door
Leia’s in a bikini we’re children no more
Anticipation enough of this waiting
I cannot wait for this force awakens
Inside
deviens stock
Je vais chez non-stop
SANTO usine je suis le diamant sur
Le front de lil uzi
J'ai pas la pression comme la
Feuillasse qui devient résine
Mood
to front, cause we don't be frontin' like you do,
On some real shit, you don't wanna do nothin' now do you?
So screw you, we're true warriors like Shaka
fronts, but you come in last
Hoes swear they be gettin' that bag
Sayin', "Bitch, where are clothes with a tag?"
Weak-ass music got my ear bleedin'
My
have no money,
I remember all the times I was dressing bummy,
Bitches talking shit all my business on front street,
Had no place to live yea empty was my
fear
I know that's a big word, very cavalier
Big wheels on the curb, we park it right there
Spark the tree in front of NYPD
It's legal now, fuck they
too and it's all I know, uh
Got the trunk in the front
And the inside blue, girl, that's all I know
Pourin' up some red, gettin' burnt out
Too, girl,
destiny
It feel good right?
Listen
I kind of noticed, from one night
From the club, your front face
It's kind of weird to me
Since you're so fine
know you made the list (big .40)
Got that big .40 (Yeah), Tommy real nigga (Believe that)
Put the opps in front me, bet I deal with 'em (bet I deal
wave at the greatness
In they oughs
Wanna front a pack
Can't get in contact
With me anymore
I'm out this habitat
Vultures mixed up with hustlers now
was on road, on street, unleashed
Front seat, bad girl, run street
I was so cold outside, pulse weak
When the situation got too intense, I just free
make
The minors run amok
He's like sweet tooth see his
Truck and your fucked
Everything was just a front
A wife and kid he didn't love
In his cellar kept
feel its near
I can feel the music in my soul
I listen to the snare
I can't front you bowls
You take too long
You moving like a snail
I can weigh a brick
vous touche
Porte jusqu'à sa bouche
Le front d'un petit monde
Et jusqu'au bout de soi
Lui donne tout ce qu'elle a
Chaque pas, chaque seconde
Et
made up mean Jamaica
and die like the Lakers
faking jack was mackin backwards
with the front in black got tactics
straight from the desert-(queens)
where
no climate cold enough to ease my soul
Every morning I can hear your footsteps
Disappearing into of my front door
And if you need me, you'll just have
Just trying to belittle from the front to the middle
Disagree? Well I don't fashizzle but I do think you're right and maybe I'm just going
Crazy maybe
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