Lyrics:
j'gratte ma vie dans mon laptop,
Sur le retour, Moët dans la tchop,
Karl Lagerfeld mate la deg',
« Papi » j'graverai en bas d'mon pec,
Jamais j'toublierai
Фа-фа-фа окей le’go!
TWA на блоке стиль!
Да, я вернулся на block
На столе laptop и в нём много строк (go!)
Снова готов ебать топ
Shawty come
KEZ rules, nenn mich Chefkoch, Bruder
Bin Edelstein, kein Crackrock
MacBook und kein Laptop, finsterer Part
Deutschrap macht Selbstmord
Virgil
Dear God, bring our p-o-ws' home
And our brothers on lockdown, home
Amen!
Jeah! back blocked on everybody laptop
Hittin' niggas from da shower,
stop)
Tappin' in your bank funds with the laptop (laptop)
Wanna own a block, before the ball drop (ball drop)
Arab Nazi puttin' hits on the cops
laptops,
Chuck out your Macs and shut down your Windows
Google your name and Ask Jeeves the time,
Millions of women waiting online,
No real need to venture
laptop computer
I'm so in love with the man of the future
The only one that brings me joy is my computer boy
(Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy)
I'm trying not
could scream
(Rasha reesha raaa)
I am a big, big hunky chunky baby
Yes, you are a big baby too
Skip skop ribbet don laptop pop
Slappy do to you
It's fun
Technotronics
It's what we use today
Technotronics
They are here to stay
Technotronics
It's what we utilize
Technotronics
They are here to stay
Cell phone
Laptop
Girl all that back talk
Gone turn into back shots
I hit it like it's the jackpot
Now you hold the crib down like a padlock
And on my laptop
I
the doctor
We are spreading every day
All over your cell phone, laptop, in the way of
All other consumption
You want the food we’re feedin’ it
Breedin’ this
Bitches on my lap, million dollar laptop
Ima split his wig, bullet cross his flat top
Baby sucked my dick, she ain't give no back talk
Ima hit
Where you dey go
Abi you dey come
Shey you no know say na we dey this side
Gimme your phone your laptop your money your bag and everything wey dey inside
Sitz im Cabrio mach das Top off
Sorry, denn du bist nur left off
Wir machen Magie an nem Laptop
Mein erster Ferrari wird schwarz-weiß
In meinem Cup es
the whole game up like a mop (Mop)
Makin' songs on my laptop
This is Hip-Hop
Make my way to the top
I will not stop (Stop)
I cannot flop
Can't waste time
be sky high every hour
Laptop
The Mac Get em gone
In a minute minute
Money respect and the power
She watching me rise
Like a flower
She play wit
ain't fold like no laptop
Loose lips, on god get yo block flipped
Talk shit and I pull up and I pop quick
Good aim, 23 and He drop quick
Talk shit but I
Never Foldin
On the gang
I Never been a laptop
I gotta lots of money
That shit floodin up my stash spot
They was movin funny
Til a nigga hit the jack
Things you should know...
You gotta live by the code
Yea I can't say I'm trapped out cuz I juug off my laptop
But junkies'll pass by cuz I stay by
myself plenty
With a bottle and a laptop
Caught me in my sad mode
More than I can care for
More than anybody askin'
What I'm feelin' bad for
Sad mode
Ah
I'm on my way to the top
Nobody tell me to stop
I'm gonna grind till I drop
Making beats on my laptop
I know my songs yea they slap
Let me give
myself plenty
With a bottle and a laptop
Caught me in my sad mode
More than I can care for
More than anybody askin'
What I'm feelin' bad for
Sad mode
spraying at their head top
I’m pulling up in a drop top
Keep sucking on my laptop
Cause she’s giving me top top
Okay
They be talking it ain’t nothing
Ima get
It's just a miracle how this shit happened
Dropping videos on Facebook now I'm really rapping
Got a laptop and a mic you know I went to action
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