Lyrics:
the guns' in here
Bitches getting horny of the atmosphere
Propain, Campain, the team of the year
Come join the army, the virgins' in here
Love getting man
a friend
Ridin' a Benz, ridin' again
Just off the plane, now I drip my campaign
Straight to the future - back to the ends
DeLoreanShit I retired the Benz
I'm
Rigorous
Gang gang looking rigorous
My champagne bottle rigorous
My campaign looking rigorous
Whole team hella rigorous
Lifestyle so rigorous, hair
thing)
She motivated for a campaign, a campaign (campaign)
Thought I had her but her plans changed, what a damn shame (plans changed)
Guess I stay up in my
All I ever wanna do is get my loot up and campaign
28 and I'm still breathin' where I come from can't complain
I been mixing my elixir it's gon'
abusing me
Devouring my brain
The eyes of the insane
On a demented campaign
Tortured spirits
Will not let me rest
These thoughts of mutilated
Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
Naz, naz, naz, naz its that gang shit
Its that campaign shit
Its that gang shit nigga that's got
Lil boat fucked up though
I'm
to know about this)
It's a campaign of distraction (distraction)
Revisionist history, oh (and revisionist history)
It's a shame I don't think that
your role and take some notes little rookie
I said hey put some respect on my name
Don't touch my weed or my drank
I know you tryna campaign little homie
feels troubled and shamed, cus couldn´t explain that...
War ain´t nothing but a campaign
Freedom ain´t nothing but a brand name
Why people gotta die, why
keeping track
By marking X's on our mats
And this is how it all began
On our first campaign to the Fatherland
The jet lag landed after hours
на компромисс абсурду
War!
It's another fucking fear campaign Suffer!
We will die the same
War!
It's another fucking fear campaign Suffer!
We
money loan
We’ve got a big campaign
Shorty tripping on my bill she said it’s likely a Wang
Yea I sip champagne
And I spit champagne
Every other night
a fatty
Ah, ah, ah
Baby drinkin' champagne
Bitch get on your campaign
I ain't never made love
Pimpin' what I'm made of
All I see is dolla signs in
again
So dirty
The campaign of one
Uniball
The odds are stacked against him
He could've surrendered meekly
Uniball still lies the bait, he ???
runnin' dry
Doomed to voyage till life's end
Load up, strike campaign
Gone, along the highway ribbons
Past city dwellings
I can see how far they are
Yeah what's happening?
It's your boy Young Dolph
Scrilla Squad fam, you dig?
Paper Route Entertainment (yeah)
Paper Route Campaign, homeboy (That's
a no name (Yous a no name)
Almighty So for president, bitch
Fuck your campaign (Campaign)
Smoking on this propane (This propane)
Octane, 93 oh no mane
else, Mister Bungle?
No, that's fine Carl, thank you
So you see Mister Bungle, Dylan's fucking up your whole campaign
He's totally incompetent,
of Starlight Coupes
Spontaneous in a losing a new light loupe
Musta been an extract made him look cute
No peer pressure, this campaign's grass root
Squad
the war
I'm an old, forgotten campaign hero
Left without a cause
Because, they took away my wars
I'm an old, forgotten railroad
A broken, lonely
and assosiate the kind of
people who are interested in this.
Drip...
It's trickle-down theory.
The TV-campaign, several TV campaigns. What an attention
And leftover change
Charging forward
We watch as it passes
Crushing everything in its path
Nothing can ever stop this campaign
Not when everything
In
who destined for greatness
It's like I'm a running a campaign, a campaign
Stop for a minute just to spit some game
Now this girl got me distracted
So
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