Lyrics:
i vestiti che sanno di g-g-ganja e Narciso Rodriguez
Chiusi nei cessi, lei mi fa un blow
Tu che vorresti, Emis che può
Gente di merda, Emis and co
the morning smoking gas then I rewind (yeah wow)
Watch how I block the smoke
Same way I blow the B
That shawty here for a week
She just can’t fucking go (yeah
beter is
Man ik bracht clips veel shows
Elke dag chicks veel ho's 2010 en toen 2011
En op een gegeven moment dacht ik 'Ik blow'
Maar dat was het niet
messing up my own flow
Fix it up, cause I know I don't blow
You give me a blank stare, I say, are you slow
You say yeah, I say yeah, I know
You're so
a MAC
And I really wanna be the one to kill 'em with blow back
Of the master craft, they wanna catch a slap
And I'ma be that man with the back hand
Oh
unified Korea
No Tisa but my Visa be Korean, no really
The way I blow this paper they be thinkin' that I'm silly
I done spoiled my girl, she more bougie
Grown ass man baby you fat fuck
We've seen it all before and still you seem to blow my mind
You're a coward you piece of shit
You hide behind your
and that skyline glowing
So I lean back try to keep that thing flowing
Yeah, its just math take the money and we blow it, baby
Got a heart made of glass,
linija je tanka
Oko nje je milion afera, krov, Porsche Panamera
Flow Gvantamera, show, filmovi kao blow
A kad se gledamo, sve što mi radi to me mami
Kaže:
is, it's what I know
And what I know is when the wind starts to blow
I'm gonna love you so
When I come back down
Tie me ankles to the ground
Tell me I
Momma was worker
My daddy was a cheater
He was working over time to get them blow jobs
The worst part wasn't even tryna hide it
Why you think I'm so
coupe
Even way back in the day, I had juice
Rocking an oversized hoodie and the jeans fit loose
Got a instrument, blow the flute
Lame ass nigga trying
We gonna blow up the room we came with a dirty glizzy
I'm a shooting star like where is the moon
Chilling on the sofa, I'm seating on real business
I
trade so many blows now both of us are blind
But it's alright
We'll be fine
We can sort it out in the morning light
But all my words just make it worse
her on a jet
Hit from the back she be gettin' so wet
She gon' blow up my phone when she needin' sum sex
Now I can see why these niggas upset (Yes)
Said
blow
They say they love you, really, they just want your place
They say they love you, really, they just in a race
They say they love you, then they're
the motto, go and roll some more dope, blow
Some more gas, throw some cash in this mofo'
This the flow that got me getting listed in the night shows
Girlie she
really dance sometimes?
It's good
Birthday boy
Is it good?
You blow up
No more clown
Maybe one stripper
Could be me, could be you
But do you really
only an object
When running streaks tore her nose lining
Shed doze off with no whining
Wake up to the sound of blow coughing
cnd ghost rhyming
Most
stopping, man, you've really called my bluff but it's false
Locked in and I'm bout to blow up
I'm never stoppin', man, I'm ballin',
Boy, I'm bout to show up
I
others
What's is life without others
More love for my brothers
I really hope we blow
Say wego see more fathers
I guess
If you no get plan say you go make
nothin' a lil blow won't fix
Ay, let me get buck, show you what's up
Pull the plug on youngins
Boy get off the stage, think that's enough (Know you suck)
had to blow ah bag
Confidence is key
And my lingo
How I got dat ass
You like and comment on her post
While we chill and lay in bed
It levels to this
murder
Stay high I'll be under no longer
Bless you may your love will not surrender
Let him blow on your embers
Walk straight again
Give thanks for
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