Lyrics:
Com pulso bem cravejado ice congelado vira water
Fumando bubonica e o blunt contaminado to com a tosse braba da hidroponica
As bitch bem faixa trouxe
seguro, às vezes é pior
Mata o inimigo e o ""laranja"" segura o BO
Quem não sai na Highlander não tem apetite
Entra pra cumprir um ano e tira vinte
Tosse
(tosse) Mano, eu não sei mas
Eu acho que to com trapstopirose
È... Mano (tosse) é quando você
Tem vicio em fazer trap ruim tá ligado? (Fuub eu vou
parl a fa? Se lo ciucci e mandi giù
C parl a fa? Se c'hai la tosse a farla su
C parl a fa? Se non hai visto brutte storie
Tu fai la capa in un Range
Paste blu me lo fanno salire su
Paste rosse con lo sciroppo della tosse
Pasta gialla, questa è quella che ti sballa
Pasta viola per non farti
com vermelho reflete no roxo da tosse
Além desse fumo minha banca que porta o xarope (porta o xarope)
Que o mundo se foda
Eu quero que o mundo se
rossi
Ti infili sotto alla mia pelle
Non so come fai
Fingo ancora un colpo di tosse
Si accelera il battito
Mi piace il modo in cui ridi
I nostri
felice
Se solo qui ci fosse un po’ piu’ di luce
Fra i miei momenti di buio e la tosse
Noi siamo tutte le anime perse
Di questo mondo e ci terremo per mano
arrasto
É tipo tomar sopa no prato, não existe
Tem tosse que não é só tosse
Mas se for verdade aquilo vira
O Kelmer Pastilha
Está a ser assada
Abra,
Emoldurei com esse beat e cigarros, preciso parar com (tosse tosse) Hits e clássicos
Se eu sumir com a cena, foi tipo só um trick de mágico...
Sem terno e
tosse, le pulci
Siete cessi, WC, vi piscio
Ogni strofa colossal, la tua home edition
No competition falla e si va, mamacita
La tua amica sviene, fatta di
recalling remembering
The way that she tosses her head.
I've given much thought to the fact that I ought to
Have more control over my life
How can I
a pebble someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in
a pebble someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in
a pebble someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in
a pebble someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in
a pebble someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in
a pebble someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently
anybodies
Many coffins, heads or tails
Penny tosses, we either dead or in jail
Not many options on the block I came from
And I turned to a rap messaiah,
The girl in the other room
She stifles a yawn
Adjusting the strap of her gown
She tosses her tresses
Her lover undresses
Turning the last lamp light
a pebble someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in
a pebble someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in
mornin' my new family's sitting on the front porch swing
Smilin' kinda funny, nobody says a thing
My new brother-in-law's throwin' a football, he tosses
a pebble someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in
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