Lyrics:
you the worst
Punk ass nigga kinda jocking now
You ain't down cause I trust nobody
[chorus/master p]
I trust nobody x2
[master p]
One by one in this
her out, but I just want some sucky suck
My Glock a a minor, Gen 17, can't leave it round R. Kelly
Turn that nigga to a bowling ball, put holes all in
One, Two, Three, Four, Five
Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, ten
Are you ready!
Další rok další album sick byl
Jsem a dál budu sick
Uplynulej rok byl sick
nothing, leave them
Bare skeng talk, I can't believe them
The red and white R6 I'll leave them
Ed Hardy glasses I can't see them
So why you talking like you
Obrigado por ouvir até aqui!
Posthumous song by a great friend who is still missing, Osvaldo Sussi
About the album:
""8 centavos e vários nada""
underholdningsfaktoren i skjeven
Gleden av å bare setter på den CD-en
Med Blood, han selger hvitt
Hamsun, Manson, R kelly shit
Shit, alle snakker shit
Jeg er'kke sånn,
efficace, Disiz la Peste
Da bala bala ba J'ai la vibe comme R-Kelly
C'est d'la bête de bombe
Pas la peine d'écouter
J'suis le plus chim mais
J'm'en bats les
fam needs p's and their block is bacant
Look, vicious the way i rap
They don't like my flows I'm steady
No machine gun, i want me a kelly to hmm
Break
get heavy on the Henny
After this, I'm linking Bethany and Kelly, uh
All these brothers say they got me
They don't get me, no one stop me
So don't
While she goes down
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Hosted by the P
My old bitch yellin' come back
Come
a lex, then probably
This one white chick said gettin' real smokey and feelin' free
This black chick said sippin' Hennessy in V.I.P.
Well, well, you can
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I try to tell them,
takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I try
on the way man I swear we gone blow
Just running up Jacksons li nigga I ain't talking bout Bo
Diamonds like piss, nigga R Kelly
Money real tall real tall,
that bitch is dumb
I got the loaf you just eating some crumbs
Shoot you for fun I love it when they run
R.I.P. me til I die in this bitch
All of these
Comme une encre impossible à effacer
Comme un tag à l'acide ou comme mon blaze
Gravé à la bougie sur les vitres du RER
S.n.i.p.e.r. Avec un putain
wait for you 'til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin with me
R.I.P.
That's right there nigga, nigga
wait for you 'til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin with me
R.I.P.
That's right there nigga, nigga
Minogue sur du R.Kelly,
Cigarette planqué la drogue,
On est collé pour mieux racolé le bulldog
Trop tard çà va emmené le vieux devant la cave Sko
family
And they got no cars
Some Tesco's bag on their head
When it's raining family
My family are some money making family
Start behaving family
I turn
Bieber and Ariana got engaged
And who told iHop they could change their name? (change it back)
Toys'R'Us closed, they did Serena wrong
Then R Kelly put
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
Go on, remember that shit you was kickin' off
Peace to my motherfuckin' nine
Yeah I remember that old shit
So are you gonna kick some of that
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