Lyrics:
Eu sou Daddy, e você? my Latica!
Minha caneta não é Bic, ela é bica!
E no server do rap, você quita!
Por favor
tira da minha vida tudo que é ilusão
go be the order, for their reps and for their senate
Everyone for don collect
Smoke for don catch there bonnet
Their server no gree connect
Calculation
their livestock surviving enough to make more money off their struggle
Mythological Cronus turned into officials
Turned into servers
Turned into chef
a surfer
On the roads move like a Swerver
But Bro bro grip a burner
So if you touch me it's a murder
Hit the celly like a server
She too thirsty Ima curve
can upload a full clip and fill your database
And this a data breach download your memory bank
And I'll crash the servers like it's Independence Day
replica
Servers
Butlers
Cooks
Escorts
Serve us
Good Food
They experts
Hiring the best cause thats what we do
Showing our wealth and our high social hue
I'll make due
With your
Ex corazón
Almost spent our social fund
On a Porn Hub account
Got a Minecraft server now bitch
That's what Contraband's about
fake checks
Server transfer answers so characters can escape death
No teeth no claws, artificial apex
Good men Sinbad, genie in a tape deck
You don't
and forth, yeah, he a' runnin' back
Power for an hour, got these niggas climbin' towers
Ain't no connectin' servers if your account not depositing
Hourly, fly
mic and camera and start the stream
Now I'm on this old game
Same server
Every time I play I'm getting higher and further
I'm out here solo'n just
a PK
Spit a verse and your whole house go up in blue flames
Out to gain more fame
Server recognition
Rep town KR
OG Addition
him)
I'm on the block with the servers
I'm on the block with the workers & earners
(Finish him)
I'm on the block with the lurkers
I'm on the block where
eu alho, que te implode, fode, explode
tu é devoto, eu sou god
no rap um lord, pode crer, no server um mod
dando block, moderando é top, atalho pra
like a fable
She calling my phone tryna see me
Fuck Cash App I be using Paypal
She not on my server so we cannot link
Apples don't fall far from
trap
Lil homie caught in the mouse trap
Lil homie caught in the mouse trap
I wish I was a Discord moderator on a server besides my own
Rodent moment,
engage
Protectors and the servers wanna throw you in a cage
I swear I'm going crazy
Yelling out god save me
I hit his ass ditching my mask im Patrick
forty-five
Now the meal gets comped everywhere I dine
Owners box with bottle service
Model servers
Body syrup
The throttles open
Kickin 125 on interstate
raided then
He sent every single friend he
Had to my server
And told them to say some shit
But one cock out of the
Flock thought he was Pac
And he fucked
blocco è Summerhouse
Summerhouse solo member (Ghi)
Al countdown cerca il clout un mio chaser (Suckyoumatha)
Busy serve imprinting nel server
bloody murder
Wish a bitch looked like Timmy Turner
I like to serve, I'm a server
Got the cash in the bag with the burner
Engines ready to blow
Got
Why do I think bout murder when I see my Denny's server
I just ordered my burger I grab her then I jerk her
Bring her back home to where I live
a hot girl
Get at me hot girl
I need a hot girl
Ayyee
Shoutout to the bartenders servers and the bottle girls
And the strippers yea I see ya getcha money
map server.
I'm subtle as pick-pockets. Slicker than all them
tax laundering, sex-trafficking politicians in office.
Too inherently evil to care for
dammi mezz'ora
Ho due spini di sarda preziosa
404 server not found
Un serpente si è introdotto nel codice
E non nello stivale
Quattro boccate d'aria
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