Lyrics:
crazy
now you’ve crossed a line
I thought you were real now I see you’re skilled it took me by surprise but bitches don't say goodbye
I thought you
We are amazed but not amused
By all the things you say that you'll do
Though much concerned but not involved
With decisions that are made by you
and squeeze
Critics expecting me to underachieve
I just deal with the hate I receive
By rolling back my sleeves
Sure was a breeze, I bring him right to his
oczekiwaniom
Nagrywam te EP ę i numer
Po co masz szperać z sekretów odzierać
By w końcu powiedzieć
Nie lubię
Daję ci powód na tacy
Refren jest dicho
Teksty są
on a dime
That faraway shore's
Getting very near!
We haven't a thing to fear-
We haven't got time!
Bum-bum-bu-bum-bum bum-bum
La-da-da-da-da da-dum
warty
Bóg Bóg Bóg przy kim stoję wiem nigdy www fajny ksiądz pl
Bum bum bum walczę ze złem taka bomba wiesz z parafii eh
Głupie pytanie o rapy zza
Uh
Uh, Yeah
Honey, I can tell by the wanderin look in your eye
You're just a little boy with about a thousand lies
And the girl you say is always
Oh
Yeah, yeah
I know you're a bum and no that ain't fine
Yeah, yeah
I know you're a bum and no that ain't fine
I don't need you like that, not in my
znalazł się urzędem
Może ten napis ujrzałby ktoś godny
Może sam premier z samym prezydentem
Zanim by pokrył go czerwony dywan
Czas by swój może ktoś
We are amazed but not amused
By all the things you say that you'll do
Though much concerned but not involved
With decisions that are made by you
no amateur
Bom bom bom
Bum bum bum
Ain't shit sweet
I Ain't impressed by no gold
I just wanna see us shine
I'm the baddest queen you know
The only
I breathe new life to a soul
Know that my aura be orange
And I go Rick James on a nigga
Brought up by Old Dirty Bastard
With nothing but shame
a turkey on Thanksgiving day
Set a place for you by my side
Cranberry's canned and gravy's demanding
A bit more stirring, we'll make it out alive
Cause
Addicted to the beat like a alcoholic
Mixing shit like cranberry in vodka tonic
Drinking 8 percent and you boutta vomit
Buying bottles, money comin
nigga we flexin
Fuggin wit diamonds by the dozen
Niggaz ain't fam they worst than a cousin
Don't blow up my phone U pussy is ugly
Tell her Get a refund
she love my cologne, she come by
She flaming it up, she supervise
She love the way that closet mall size
Glick on my hip, lil' boy, you can stop by
buried
Jammies, Burberry
Her panties, cranberry
It was you in a room full of hoes
Could've sworn everyone of em bi
Stood my ground once shawty approached
Round up, round up, yeah
You know what we came to do
Dance floor bootylicious
Party with May and Blu
Hot tamales we bum rush the parties
In Denali's
Forest Heights where I'm from
You give krag weg if you run
Heard that bum bum bum bum
Not the klopse with the drums
Heard they stiek ouens for fun
We are amazed but not amused
By all the things you say that you'll do
Though much concerned but not involved
With decisions that are made by you
We are amazed but not amused
By all the things you say that you'll do
Though much concerned but not involved
With decisions that are made by you
the funny people
Sitting by themselves
I know all of them
Wouldn't be scared
If you know what you're gonna do
Oh
Listen for the money
Oh yeah, oh
Scared
Excuse all the haters 'cause they lookin' sideways
Let's get it now, chyeah
You got me wrong
You be sittin' by the bar when it's your song
You can
Excuse all the haters 'cause they lookin' sideways
Let's get it now, chyeah
You got me wrong
You be sittin' by the bar when it's your song
You can
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