Lyrics:
(Yeah yeah)
They think
(They be thinking)
We friends
(We are not friends)
Ya'll know him?
(Who dat n***a?)
Who's him?
(Who dat n***a?)
Hunnid bandz
normalized
Nigga catch a body he immortalized
Called a prophet just like he was Mordecai
If the world truly saw they'd be mortified
But I'm from Atlanta
N all
a chi stai pnzann
Cu chi ta stai facenn a chi stai Frequentann
Tu ca quand scinn
Tuorn semp chiù' tard
Daccord cu n'amic n'vient
Na scusa a cas
O tiemp
- Mes Pieds -
On ne les aime pas,
Avec eux trop ingrats.
On n’ les regarde pas,
Il faut dire qu’ils sont bas.
On oublie qu’ils sont là.
On s’en
IN MY CUP
IM SEEIN SOMETHING LIKE A DREAM
N NOW IM CHECKING OUT THE SCENE
N now I’m seeing I’m the dude
HOPE WE REALLY GET TO CONVERSATE.
I WANNA
Mmmmm
(Haaahaaa)
(Ay ay)
Ay I just went in Neiman
N I spent like 2
I just spent a cool
Couple hunnid on shoes
Pullup in the vet
I cut the top off
ain’t no Netflix I bet this dont end up with plot holes
I’m the human rage in the cage
Air out my life
N burn you pussies down with sage
When I
boxes
7 boxes and more
I got 8 boxes 9 boxes
Send em boxes on tour
10 boxes 11 boxes
12 knocking at the door
Lil n*gga got beans
And a n*gga got
ohoh
Kuma tenekpami
Abuche eh eheh
Kuma tenekpami
EnwunChe oh ohoh
Kuma tenekpami
Abomi Igala megba
Amekume Chu n jumi
Amomayemi Chaka du uh
an envelope
From my birds eye view
I got a lil colder
Blizzard winds
In the winter cutting up n down the slope
I see the cpple trees
I see the tire ropes
I
in n go
U know I metaphored when im working to 4
I live in the ghost but my mental is coast
I Stay on my toes n my catalog shows
Gassin the pedal ,
Ya we drill in Arizona
We play the block we play the corner
Most these niggas they don’t know us
I swear to god we keep the pole n shit
We hit
me here lord?
I ain't shed a tear
In like 47 years
I got 47 fears that
I don't mention 'cause
Then they real n I don't fuck with that shit
Jus like
me be hoe
Theses bitches they kome and they go (go)
Theses bitches they kome and they go (go)
These n***** be cuffing like police
(theses
distrae cazzo ce n’è di strada cazzo da fare con il cazzo di strani individui il mondo è pieno cazzo non tengo più il cazzo mezzo mafioso del cazzo più
Du willst Benz fahr'n? Bruder, guck
Da drüben hält ein Bus
Dicka, jeden Tag am ackern
Dass die Käuferschicht wächst
Produzier'n, provozier'n, ja
So
squeals
Let her go
That ain't the one for me bro
That ain't the one for me no
This ain't the one she's cold
That was a test now i know
I want the best n it
(scratch)
Cov€n.
More money more problems,
entonces dame tú más problems.
No more hustlin' por tiempos mejores.
Money Cov€n. Money covert.
Cov€n
permitiu mais um ano,
surfando em mais um beat
juro que não era o plano
E do nada ela me aparece no role
Eu, juro q eu n vou entender
Essa mina é
GAMMAL TRADISJON!
DET SYDER OG DET KOKER I KJELLER'N HOS'N TOR,
DER STÅR ET APPARAT Å PUTTRER PÅ ET LITE BORD.
DET ER KOBLA OPP MED KØLFILTER
verse
They put a battery in your back n now you energized
You choose your own destiny nigga pick your demise
my Lil bro poppin out the cut it ain’t no
pull the crank
And slank and slop
I slank n slop
When my beat pop
Ridin hitty titty
Now bring it to the top
Know you wanna feel me
So let it be stop
Now
pendant
If the bitch can shake her ass I’ll throw a rack in half a minute
Me n gang n dis bitch having friendly competitions
Poppin all the rubber bands
D'un coup, tout s'en va
Rien n'est joué
Rien n'est figé
Un coup de dés
Et c'est le passé
Rien n'est donné
Un pas de côté
Un imprévu
Et c'est foutu
Une
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