Lyrics:
come snatch the crown
Of everybody, thinking they ready they can't put it on
Know it's been a minute, but the flows strong, word balling
I'm light,
and the willingness to get 'em
That's that Chris Tucker flow, Gilfitler fish nigga
What a minute hold,
Things ain't the same when I show up
Time to set it off in
And the truth comes second
Just stop for a minute and smile
Why is everybody so serious
Acting so damn mysterious
Got shades on your eyes
And your heels so
Gaapfresh on the beat
J'suis dans l'bolide, Golf 7 volé
Faut ravitailler tout l'secteur
J'monte à 'Dam, j'pense à l'inspecteur
Une heure du
to a major
Any minute now I'm gonna need 100,000 volts in a bank like a taser
You're looking at the grime scene re-arranger
You're looking at the wasteman
The best is Geronimo beats
J'arrive j'suis armé, comme au Monténégro
Bon j'avoue c'est pas vrai, j'suis même pas du ghetto
Ton daron il a pas de
expected to happen
No, they weren't expecting this, when I had beat down Creps in this
Shoot the door open and crept in this
Me and Mass are like Conan
It's motivation
Baby tell me what you thinking I'mma give it motivation
Yeah uh yeah its motivation
I've been motivated for a minute now
If you
you
I must admit it was so hard to do
And every minute that I spend with you
You make me believe
I have nothing to loose and
Deep down I always
a five minute freshener
I'm Mr. Free-breeze and you can take that to the bank
Cause I'm a show you more ain't no need to pump the break
See your John be
Wait, stop the beat. Let's just talk for a second:
Remember what I was saying about really being present?
'Cause the song is about to be over in
alle rapper abfuck jetzt
41, doch denke wie vierzehn alea iacta est
Romantik in den Beats, Stimme voller Ablehnung und Wut
Ich weiß nicht viel, aber
Ouais, Medeline, bien ou quoi?
Dis moi, la prod que tu m'as envoyé hier soir
J'ai écris un p'tit truc vite fait en deux minutes dessus
On teste
jeden Part so als ob ich sterb’, sobald dieser Beat ausgeht
Keiner war da, darum musst’ ich lernen, dass ich selber nie aufgeb’
Denn in meiner
Let's get loud
If you wanna live your life
Live it all the way and don't you waste it
(Don't waste it)
Every feelin' every beat
Can be so very
Gotta wake the boys and get
All the gear and get the show on
Broken hearts still beat and go on
My lover, I would rather be
Under than getting over you
cinq minutes après j'ai envie d'pleurer
Des fois j'picole des fois j'fume en m'disant qu'est-c'que j'serais?
Qu'est-c'que j'ferais, si j'perdais maman
as hungry
When I start snapping on a beat it gives you cold chills
White axe face tatted rapper wearing gold grills
Moved to the USA cause shit was killing
these streets
Still will murk a whack rapper on a beat
Still a G
So I'm still yelling out motherfuck the police
RYD born and raised
So you still
ignore the dotted line
My face is like a page so you can read my mind
We don't need to talk when our bodies wanna mime
My heart's a 10k racing beats
le barça appelle moi iniesta
A peine 2 minutes de jeu et je vois que ton pote il m'est start
Sexion d'assaut, ca te fait l'effet d'un coup de lame,
[Chorus]
Trying to play hard, I get it
Meet me at the cfive minutes
And bring your friend, she’s with it
Both of you gonna get it
'Cause I knock
wanted you here by my side
I know what I said but I lied
It looked like I laughed but I cried
But I wish I could push rewind
If I had minutes on my hand
(give over) come outside (belt up)
While we got time to spare (why don't you listen to the beat)
Little doll I know the band ain't bad
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