Lyrics:
NPC's they move like bots, this a vibe
In this game I beat ya, delete ya, see ya
Positivity leads me to getting the W's but
Hate to take L's, but
on the grill
I don't fuck around dunny, this move's real
I Keep It Thoro nigga
Yo let me back up for 'em, lemme back up, yo, yo
Why niggas bullshit on the grill
a commotion
I know how to move around, I've got that locomotion
Up and down and up and down
I don't think we'll reach the ground
Inflatable bounce house, tall
shit, bet I live for it
For this moment
Had to vent so I hit up the big homie
Niggas don't even buy albums
But niggas still do anything for a deal,
who's playin'
This new album produced by Swizz Beats, Pharrell, and Timbaland
Correction again, this album is executive produced by the Dragon, Pharrell
together
They cannot defeat us
We move
Arise O' compatriots
We move
Naija youths call obey
We move
Our mumu don do
W're delivered
We move
Soro soke we've
on, watch your boy in some flip the fitted
You can't do it like me, I'm by myself
I do it so good, I don't need nobody help
What's happenin'? What's
the process getting loveless by myself
I used to wanna make hits, now I don't even wanna be signed
Unless it's Bay to that Pink Brick, 'cause I believe in his
by your man
Cause when we together, I'm feelin nothin' but pleasure
Most of these couples now don't have what we treasure
You're my earth, my moon,
Wszyscy w czerni cała nasza banda
Wszyscy w czerni to nie jest zabawa
Wszyscy stoją w czerni
Wszyscy pragną pengi
Wszyscy przeplatają dźwięki
By
down like like origami
Bitch I hold it down like a drum beat
Hardy Har boof up be tardy here's a lil some from my soul
Don't move too slowly
Man stars go
short temper to cool out
Yeah sometimes I need woosah, time to get paid by the goo-ghaas
My office on top of that rooftop, for my mama Myra Anderson
Tell
I thank God for my children, all the cars all the women
We gangstas! And there ain't a day that by
A Hustlah! Don't look back and reflect on his
Ohh ya I'm back in it
Tryna follow but they lack w it
Money flow think I'm trapping it
Only kneel for God ain't no Kaeparnick
Follow the code imma
naćpany
Znów to robię, by się wzbogacić
Ale muszę Ci coś powiedzieć
Tak się robi hajs, dziwko!
Wchodzę powoli do jego mieszkania
W którym Fuhrberger śpi
day by day
Hopin that the Lord can, pave my way
Have I been forgotten, have I forsaken
Or maybe I'm just wrong with the moves that I've
Felon, fights behind me on the intersection
Sex and drugs my anthology on perfection
Dress superb admired by conspirists
Who wanna try me but ain't high
W.W.D.D.
Lyrics by: clan R. Labrie, Timothy Donovan, Jr (Timmy J)
Music by: clan R. Labrie, Timothy Donovan, Jr., Jason Dubord, and Ty Carpenter
that's what my cousin Meechie say
But we could pull about five, I'm talkin' five, that's just by either way
Five million for my album, that's an easy
I guess I'm on my... on my Don shit
Somebody gotta do it
Look, no more interviews
I'm not talking about this on a song, feature or interlude
from you
She said, where you at, I said, O-M-W
Who the fuck am I, nah, who the fuck are you
I before the double L before the I's a W
William Ro, I hit
slow
She caking that's fa sho but just know I'm in album mode
I don't need to say my name yeah they know
You can tell just by the flow that I'm geeking
acquired a team
Motivated by bad bitches and rockin' Supreme
Now the whole world wonders what's his next move
That all depends on what I feel that I need
Earthquake watch
Swallowed by tsunamis hurricanes and earthquakes
Earthquake watch
Swallowed by tsunamis hurricanes and earthquakes
Album one, survived
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