Lyrics:
jít sedět a mít street credit
Dneska vím, že jsem byl asi trochu mimo
Trochu ooo real dement A bůh ví kolik
Píčovin jsem udělal, by si nepochopil
Jak je
crédit
J'mise sur des projets long terme
J'sais pas si je vais passer l'automne
Assure la prochaine saison
Wow j'vais les boire comme du jus
Et la (?)
Can't trust no one 'round me, they switch like the season
I got a bitch and she bad, Puerto Rican
I need all my credits on all my achievements
Put 20
the credit for your second symphony
Rewritten by machine and new technology
And now I understand the problems you can see
Oh
I met your children
Oh
What did
too much credit, he gon' want it, then he wrecked it
Screw you over, that's the method
Call him up, but I won't let you
The voice of Winnie, little
credit is mid girl I aint really liquid
I don't pay for shit but some jpegs to flip quick
They gravitate to me my energy big dick
And yes you can sit but
the keys and the credit from you
To get the taste of a win you got to learn to lose
So now sing a song
You can do no wrong
Now you're feeling strong
And it's
having a good time
You ain't broke yet you still got credit
ATM cash advance, go get it
One, two, three, four, five hundred dollar limit
You’re getting
with good credit
I tell her open bankings
Through her checkings
She caught him lacking aim it at his melon
I told him pass the chop cuz he a felon
Bitch
à leurs pères
Paye ok boy? Paye ok?
Paye ok boy? Paye ok? Key key key key
La maison ne fais pas d'crédit's
On deal pour un but pas pour la frime
Mes jeunes
see that you’re confused and you’re always gonna lose
And you live on bad credit
You got smoked and ya
All broke and ya
Don’t know what to do
You heard
one (Nah)
Number two, number three, or number four
(Nah)
Credit card on the table, oh, you lit it up
Feds came in
So we jumped from the fourth floor
You
beaucoup
Juste en une après-midi
Mais j'suis l'genre de personnes qui
Vit à travers ses habit's
Bonjour monsieur l'banquier
J'reviens pour l'crédit
Mon
while we shop out in Vegas
Platinum credit cards on me, platinum watch, blue faces
Still got that shoebox hid in my grandma basement
I sold crack
gli stilisti
Imprecherai tra i progressisti
Maledirai la Fininvest
Maledirai i credit cards
Ma si può ascendere in virtù di una forza che è
loves you like I do
And I ain't scared to show it
But these feelings are hard to put into words
And I'm a poet slash MC
So give me credit for
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