Lyrics:
le temps d'abandonner
Si j'le fais pas je vais valser
Si j'abandonne n'espères même pas
Que je ne m'en remettrai
Je suis Brokebwoy
Appelles-moi Guapal
pesado a ver si el referí lo para
//Soy el I. S. double A to da C.
Isaac en la casa representing J.C.
tengo el microphone esta noche soy el M.C.
and Ima
(I'm not trying to be nosey babe, oh no)
We gotta let this one breathe, Just
Just let it breathe for a sec
(I'm not trying to give you no advice)
Your name pops up on my phone
c sore sight, a quick fright
I'm drunk all alone
You said it was a butt dial
But I know you're drunk with your friends
pas qu'un dicton
J'cultive ma myopie
J'aiguise ma vision
Concert au 4bis (4bis)
Nouveau projet on le partage (Partage)
Le S. A. S. c'est le code pin
S. de la veine
S. de la vigne
Hess dans ma vie
Envieux d'avoir une meilleur vie
Une meilleur bitch
Être un meilleur g
Dans un merco gris
"Lala que la
Follow the yellow brick road. We miss you! (I'm still difficult to work with lol).
R.I.P.
2016 Hungwell Songs (ASCAP)Produced, Arranged, Composed
Follow the yellow brick road. We miss you! (I'm still difficult to work with lol).
R.I.P.
lyrics
Wally Infiniti:
I... DECLARE... WAR!
Elvis Nuñez:
Follow the yellow brick road. We miss you! (I'm still difficult to work with lol).
R.I.P.
lyrics
Wally Infiniti:
I... DECLARE... WAR!
Elvis Nuñez:
Follow the yellow brick road. We miss you! (I'm still difficult to work with lol).
R.I.P.
lyrics
Wally Infiniti:
I... DECLARE... WAR!
Elvis Nuñez:
Been lost in my thinking I don Dey ment and I know you can’t see it
I no Dey S. but I still Dey sniff in
I no be Chess but they wanna play me
ghetto
Step one, me llamo Fukase
You already know what I'm gonna say
Play it, crank it, turn up the bass yeah
No pares, siguete moviendo
Paso numero dos, es
Oh well, oh well, I feel so good today
We touched ground on an international runway
Jet propelled back home, from over the seas to the U. S. A.
New
miren no hagan preguntas
es un vampiro a la noche m busca
s. o. s
save our souls
watch me nene
give a fuckkk
s. o. s
save our souls
watch me nene
give
Yesterday it was my birthday
I hung one more year on the line
I should be depressed
My life's a mess
But I'm having a good time
I've been
Dawgs to my hood
S. A. P. S trying to be S. P. C. A (they cuffing us)
No I'm not sny’ing right now bitch I get a suit test
I might need a PA (I’m luxury)
type of zone
Man i hate to say this shit but I'm too cold
And G. I. L. L. S. is always a motherfucking swish
So what I got will make you spend money
you'll always be number two
Niggaz talkin' real greasy on them R&B records
But I'm platinum a million times nigga, check the credits
S. Carter, ghost
you'll always be number two
Niggaz talkin' real greasy on them R&B records
But I'm platinum a million times nigga, check the credits
S. Carter, ghost
of the old S. P.
And of all you had, through good and bad
A half always belonged to me
You made me promise to you, Jack
If I lived and you cashed in
of the old S. P.
And of all you had, through good and bad
A half always belonged to me;
You made me promise to you, Jack
If I lived and you cashed in
quicky little hitties in the parking lot
Reading William S. Burroughs like a beatnik freak
Say there's poetry in the way we fall asleep
Grow your own
around mommy
Drop, drop, like it's hot
Drop, drop, like it's hot
I got the rollie on my arm
And I'm pourin' saun dan
And I roll the best weed
'Cause
you'll always be number two
Niggaz talkin' real greasy on them R&B records
But I'm platinum a million times nigga, check the credits
S. Carter, ghost
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