Lyrics:
celebrate
Do we wanna party, no!
Do you wanna celebrate, we don't wanna celebrate
Christmas
Here comes a credit crunch Christmas a credit crunch
Oh no
yrs, and 10 tours. And..one fucking asshole at the credit bureau ? here's what happened. Because even though I was often becoming late on my payments,
race
How?
Move to the swing
When the coppers come I've got to do the whistling
Segregation's it's got to stop
And all ways coz I want to see credit
you
Two minutes after I leave you I miss you
I need to hug you my credit's gonna run out
I phone you tomorrow
I love you, see you later
Yo babe, try
where's my credit
I don't need no script, I don't need no edit
I don't need no script, I don't need no edit
I'm rockin' big stones like I'm Nelly
I
I gots to give credit where credit is due
An' all credit that is credited is credit to you
I give praise to your wayz
An' for all my day
Apologies
Khontkar
Young Bego
Fight!
Bizle kapışamaz onlar tüy siklet (K.O)
Kan revan heryer bitmez ki şiddet (finish him)
Street credit notlarım hep yüksek
trip, amino
That, that, that freak amigo
That, that, level libido
That, that, shoe Valentino
Debit, credit, savings, cheque
I don't, need no limit on what
I'm a savage
Yeah
Livin large, no credit cards, no debit cards
Straight cash, that straight ass
Livin large, no credit cards, no debit cards
Straight
va me manquer
Un euro mais tu m'arranges comme d'hab'
Chef: - Hier déjà!Toujours crédit
Hier déjà tu es venu crédit
Lefa: - Ah c'est bon chef on
Est là
try to play me nigga Ain't no credit, i got nothing
To sell
Fuck you pay me nigga
I'm heavy, I fuck up a scale You can't weigh me nigga Real niggas
in the camera and tell 'em
"Let the credits roll"
When the lights come on and they play that song
Sayin' it's time to let the curtains close
This
a leader which side you leading
Do you got credit(do you got credit, do you)
(Toby Raloe)When the days go dark which side to you pick
Who that n*** in
coughed your blood up
Consume, an easy sell for fuckups
And love's a mirror of me
I've met my match and we're sure ugly
I wanna meet your maker
Credit
Gang Gang
Aye Two Step Two Step
Two Step Two Step
Yea Yea
Im Paying Cash No Credit (Credit)
Told Her To Kick Me The Debit (Kick It)
The Money Just
She like to run around with no pants
These mothers fucking for free
No credit cards or receipts
I’ll be there by end of day
You live 5 miles away
These
Benz truck just to stunt
Rrari on me just to stunt
Maxed out credit cards just to stunt
I don't give a fuck
Benz truck just to stunt
Rrari on me
Ja
Ja
Moni ko Ja
May Shua
Ololo Elele
Bobo dey call my phone
Credit me e nor gree
But e stee dey call my phone
Japa
Grin grin grin grind grind
Merge in turn
'till you are one
Big, fat and ready now
Harvest has come
Now it's all done
Sitting down, table for one
Credit for the nations
Debt for
5am up in the trap house
Smoking an drinking until we pass out
That credit is deaded you nighas maxed out
Like what you coping ?
What you coping hoe
Check my street credit and background
My HBM clear backgrounds
Hood bitch material
You replica and questionable
I'm carbon copy original
Authentic
Money from the music biz quicker than trappin ayyyyy
100s and 50s and 20s and 10s and 5s and 1s
I'm stackin it UP
Credit and debit i gotta go get it
I'm
(Baby girl come and wine pon me)
Baby girl come collect, (Baby girl come collect)
Credit cards on flex, (Credit cards on flex)
She be
a beast i’m a savage
I ain’t fucking with your average
I want a credit card with a fast car whipping out like a bandit
I said i’m a beast i’m a savage
I’m
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