Lyrics:
(Wow) (Hey)
(Indica Young Tass)
(Zumba)
Ojalá que se preparen por que viene fuerte el sismo,
Se rompen lo' speaker se cae hasta el obelisco,
ni bo lo ju e wa Eje lojun I aja to ba wole ti kun That is concern That you G’s no be your G’s For inside Aye ko le Ota ni nu le wa Na you people dey
of the ghetto childs
My attitude got me walkin' solo, ride out alone in my lo-lo
Watchin' the whole world move in slow-mo
For quiet times, disappear, listen
lo by my shaka by my shaka
Ashaka lo lo lo by my shaka by my shaka
Nse kanayo akama kanayo wey make kanayo o kanayo
You no get money you dey form boss
nothing by Diddy
I feel like a baby way I suck on yo bitch double d's
Yeah I got g's, I keep a dub on me
You would rat just for the cheese, we wet you up
rabia
Construir una amistad
En la cual al final
No es de verdad
A tu espalda
Te van a apuñalar
Cuida los que son real
G O D hasta la muerte
Y no me voy pa
to the sounds of the guitar, yeah, yeah
Played by Carlos Santana
I said a la favela los colores
The streets are getting hotter (ah, yeah)
There is no water
of the Rio Grande
With water in your lungs
And a kid in your hands
Shot where you stand by border patrol
Owned in a camp by G.E.O.
Children in boats - bodies
of like your step sis
This is ordained by G-d no Brexit
Finest cuisines when I'm out in Texas
Waitress comes, looking like a full English breakfast
Omo omo
Ah..
Uh..
El O.G
La connect lo tienen a veinticinco
La connect lo tiene a veinticinco
La connect lo tiene a veinticinco
If you talking money lo
Adidas suit flier than shell toes
Maneuver in the coupe, the roof by my elbows
Niggas wanna be me, bitches wanna date me
Young black and rich so the whole
Next stop, Las Vegas
Viva el hip hop, y Los Raiders
Tough as nails attitude and style
We match that. We bring it to you like a cash app
Aye yo pass
to the sounds of the guitar, yeah, yeah
Played by Carlos Santana
I said a la favela los colores
The streets are getting hotter (ah, yeah)
There is no water
Collego sta
Collego sta shit
Collego sta shit
Rispondo a sta bitch che non poppo le pills ya
Col G o coi Gs ya
Adesso con l' AMG
Col Jeep oh jeez
están? (Hoo)
Donde vamos? (Te ,te ,te)
Tengo mi corito sano (eeeheeh)
Voy en busca de mi Baby (By)
Que quiera la vida de O'G (O'G)
Me gustan con cara de
Truena la cabina, cuando G3 ta en la casa
No hay comparaciones homie, somos de otra raza
The most fuckin' WANTED by the NASA
Así se le pega al bombo
no cree en el amor
Porque le dañaron el corazón
Fría como hielo ya no cree en los Romeos
Mmm Lion G
El amor no fue pa ti ni pa mi mándamo al carajo
libretas en mi room
Me creo Kakaroto
Lrg, los skinny rotos
Real G, adicto a los totos
Me la vivo, tírenme fotos
Perco, rola, pally, molly, tengo mis
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
quiero ser primero
Verdadero amor es lo que espero
Si alguien te pretende lo convertiré en cero
Late at night
You'll by my side
You'll by my side
You
Is to be a g
And stay paid
Get da money and power
And ge laid
Make it bounce by da freestyle
Da Boogie Man breaks it down
To versatile so
As da clock
Ptasie radio
Ha-lo, ha-lo! Tu-taj pta-sie ra-dio w..brzo-zo-wym ga-ju,
Na-da-je-my au-dyc-jê z..pta-sie-go kra-ju.
Pro-szê, niech ka¿-dy
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