Lyrics:
Urazený boy by chcel byť s nami na jednej lodi
Križujeme mapu - El Chapo
Naše tracky šlapú, fans a support
Ďakujem
wij, alleen wij
Alleen wij redden het, redden het (Famke Louise)
Alleen wij hebben het
Als ik met je ben, kijk me aan, maak me zen, ik ben je fan
die Skotte
Soek nog n whiskey vir die slotte
En die manne van die Iere
Plant net bomme by hul bure
En die manne van die Rose
Speel soos manne met
got killed by the Half-Blood Prince
Tryna diss me? See that coming from far
Saw a girl sitting by the potion bar
She told me she was home alone
got killed by the Half-Blood Prince
Tryna diss me? See that coming from far
Saw a girl sitting by the potion bar
She told me she was home alone
nigga
This is a mess, I ain't inferior nigga
Bruh he stepped to me cleanly
And he cuffed by the neck and he beat me
I shrug about it now
It's
you made hits with a ghostwriter
Man saw the spring on the lowrider
And he panic, skid, skrrt, reverse
Fan it, this murd' lookin' tragic
Man's
On the day that I got arrested
I'm innocent I protested
She just feels rejected
Had her heart broken by someone she's obsessed with
'Cause she likes
believe
That a younger me could lack such compassion and empathy
And I would probably give a kidney
Just for my female fans they could forgive me
a slob, he's obnoxious, he's a misogynist!
He hates women! This shit is toxic) yo bitch, stop it
I hope your pop get his wallet picked by a pickpocket
bezdomny pod śmietnikiem na kłódkę
By pokazać srogiej zimy i tej mody skutki
Sorry, mam odwagę i własne zdanie
I już nie zachwycam się przegranym
fad's at
While fans cried ""bring that boom bap back""
Saw lines crossed between hip-hop dudes and dance acts
So I U-turned my arse out the booth
Told my
moment jsem tu zrál
Obětoval jsem jmeno
Obětoval jsem identitu
Obětoval jsem číslo
Co nosíš právě na triku
Možná by stačila jen trocha křiku
watched the cars roll by
As the headlights raced
To the corner of the kitchen wall
Mama dear
Your boy is here
Far across the sea
Waiting for
That sacred
unsterblich
Du musst wissen, hier in Tempelhof ist Drive-by cool
Ich bin unsterblich, unsterblich
Brust so hart, also ob er eine Schutzweste trägt
Ich bin
little grains
Like put a rap on this field and this haters tear it apart
These chains kinda heavy I either wear it or not
These fans going crazy over
the fans
I love signin' shirts and love shakin' hands
And you hear how a song that I wrote
Helped them in life when nothin' was goin' right
Now it's time
at ease (I'm free)
Came up this side and chose that side
My nigga, that's fine by me
My nigga, that's cool with me (ah)
But you ain't moved Mum out
my hands
especially in front of all my fans
You say you love me
but you keep asking bout my friends, my friends
begging for selfies
So you can flex
a fan
You got my loyalty, nigga, I got you forever I call you my mans
We run up that money together don't hate on each other we split it in half
You
Accompanied by some expensive shit your ass will never wear
Shaking hands with fans and ignoring fam, it was never there
I take 'em off and throw 'em in
by
So here it is
Conscious to the fact that the rhymes that I spat
In past times just might overlap
If they do dig deep and cope with that
Clouds are only dewdrops that once kissed a rose
Clouds are feathers from a lady's fan
Do you remember how we watched them drifting by
Long ago
how the fuck am I the one who's changed?
Piss me off, hard from the start and I ain't gone soft
Your new fans come like tans, they only wanna bred
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