Lyrics:
på dem
Glem lige comfort nu
Sæt den i sport nu
220 på den skærm i min forrude
Ser visionen klart, jeg ka' se det hel' forude
Prøver lave overskud,
non hai fede
In questa politica da bar dello sport
E soffri come un tassista quando gli chiedi il POS
Il calcio va alla destra, il padel a sinistra
you movin' slow motion
Walkin' pass the Carter, now it's pokie still smokin'
And I could still picture the sports bar
Niggaz think they hot shit
Ayo, A-Trak, man
Let me tell you what the fuck happened the other day, man
Listen (crazy)
Right, look
I picked her up in my sports car (vroom)
Surprisin' to me, I can't leave it alone
I'm in a sports car
Roll down the window and then I advance in a sports bar
Don't tell me you love hard
Permanent
Walkin through the club, I look drugged up like Ozzy
I leave 'em in the dust then it's, ashes to ashes
Y'all sport Jordans? Jordan sports Tashes
Alas is,
of buns, yeah
Hit it, I speed up the Porsche (skrt)
911, it's a sport (sport)
They pay to listen to my voice (voice)
Rich or poor, gotta make you
bought in the bands for niggas
Yeah, in the court, I been missin' court, yeah (court, yeah)
Got a warrant so I put that shit in sport, yeah (sport, yeah)
night with all their gold
As a sport I was broken
As a sport I let it go
I once loved a girl named Nellie
How we loved no tongue can tell
But I know,
sport
Give me the pill boy, crossover with the skills
Wrap around pass, fly right past your grill
Take off from half court, in some J5 shorts
The rap
fuckin' ankle
Doin' jumpin' as a sport
Stealin' granny shit
Now I'm taking nothin’ less a sport
We ain't talkin' to these niggas they
Ain't nothin' past
think I probably should (should)
Niggas always wanna race, they see you in a sports car
Spent a hundred in the club, no, we don't do the sports bar
Two
Boy)
Be on the block with my (Boy) with the Roc fella (Boy)
When the cops come......squalin!!!!
Yeah this is for the sports cars, Bonita's, Jimmy's
PJ's,
sports in divorce
Courts or sports bars what's your mission?
Making hundreds
Shaking blunders in this self
(inaudible) taking on fun-filled until
Dunn
Fuck it, let's shoot yeah, yeah
Ginseng
Bought that bitch a Birkin
Bag for her birthday
If givin' head was a sport
She'd get first place
Dior boots
(T99, 少し強さを送ってくれ) Ayy, yeah let's go
(It's fucking Redda, f fucking Redda)
That bitch asked me what sport I
Play, I told her "Coupe, "
(Hey)
I would
I'ma tap dance
Because I've lived before
Takin' oxys when I wake up
This shit feel like a sport
Man the fans talkin' bout' the Trackhawk
Might put that
But the love for the sport
Blood sweat and tears
Seen thier hunger on the court
Ain't nothin stoppin the "D"
Like ain't nothin stoppin me
From droppin
the policeman
The streets are insane
On a night full of danger
Honey don't you get caught
In a city by a stranger
It's a contact sport in the game of life
threat of psychic violence
cnd the blood sport of an evening
Never touching
Only near, and not near but hovering
Verse Two:
Outlined against the fervid
the road
Picking up his daily sport
Oh now they're begging you
They're begging you
What will you do?
Oh my they're begging you
Your friend begging
through Paris
In a sports car, with the warm wind in her hair
And she let the phone keep ringin' as she sat there softly singin'
Pretty nursery rhymes
an end to the means
My name on your lips, my face in your dreams
Extreme is not a term just limited to sports
It also derives from how I drive with
Meer, yeah!
Ich bin der Typ der in der Cordon Sport träumt,
Manchmal weinen auch Gangsta, mein Sports-freund!
Ich denk an all diese Dinge, die passiert
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