Lyrics:
Bi**h I'm ballin
with no label ya ya
Bi**h I'm ballin
with no label
Bi**h I'm ballin
with no label
Lotta hunnids on the table
Lotta hunnids
to flip then they finna slit throats
I'ont get high and I get it for the low
I'ont get high and I get it for the low
Just woke up in the H, couple thangs
Sono doppia H, ti sputo sono Triple H
Si salvi chi può, o almeno qualcuno
Non fare Batman che sei Keaton, non ti caga nessuno
L'era del buio, il mio anno
No other man- no other man will have her.
She moves like Johnny H's signature.
Up and down and all around,
shakin' what her momma gave her.
and smell that bag
Got some needles, sitting in my lap
Take that heroin, girl take that smack
Load it up, and forget your friends
Take that h, give it back
I
H-Town E.S.G., H-Town, going down, ooh
Oh yeah (know we talking bout)
Ay, ay
I'm out, H-Town
These niggaz, need to know what I'm talking
like Guwop
(Just like Guwop b***h)
And I need the money, need it a lot
(Need it a lot b***h)
Cut that lil’ b***h off, she doing a lot
(Doing a lot
Dress Code Ridiculous , Im steppin Out the House With This
I done Copped A new Fit , Im drippin Like a fountain Bi**h
And this Money Pilin' Bi**h , I
Mujhe vkt lga thoda lkn chada mne mountain
Aag bane raag mere, bete m hu Tansen
Rapper tu h nhi tujhe na hi mile job
Teri degree pkd k chalaau bete
ezt felvilágosítunk téged
Della mc az akivel felvennéd a harcot
De be kell látnod hogy ellenem nem túl nagy a sanszod
Megszoktad már baszki h
gave a damn, my juice gonna slam
I'm at I.H.O.P. eatin some breakfast and some yams
My partna Scott chillin at the mutha fuckin crib
I just dumped out
'n roll
I never gave a damn, my juice gonna slam
I'm at I.H.o.p. Eatin some breakfast and some yams
My partna Scott chillin at the mutha fuckin crib
at fifteen (I'm up)
Who said I ain't sexy, bitch? What the fuck you mean?
I'm a H double-O-C-H-I-E
If you want a real hood bitch, you need to fuck with me
mn nai thy
Ab tou jani tera game hi delete h
Bhai tera fit rap athelete h, qaafiye pheekay
Mn tou londa seedha saada, kaam daam laga rehta
Mera naam
G-M-B-H
G-M-B-H
La mia pussy è una SRL
Puoi mandare il CV alla mia HR
Donna forte, stronza, esigente
Io sono la boss, tu sei il mio dipendente
Ich fahr mit 360 km/h
Denk was du willst den ich fahre einfach weiter
Gib mir deine Hand ich mach deine Träume wahr
Call me Number one und zusammen
towards the haters acting fishy on the scene
Think they drippin'
You just missed it
B***h I ball
And you play tennis
Get it straight you just a witness
Toh dekha suna ye jahan jha tha koi na mera
Pr m bhi dheet tha bda
Humesha aaghe tha chla
Bss akela pan hi sath h
Aaj sare tute jazbat h
Najane dil me
Yeah
Falei pra ela que sei fazer tremer
Falei pra ela que sei fazer gostar
Depois eu fumo um T.H.C
Ve uma serie e eu vou gravar
Depois eu fumo um T.H
hard rock m shiv ke sir pr
Baitha m hack se dar kya
Mughse battel tu ghar ja
Karte na kisi se parda
Parde pe h apna kabza
Sabdo se sasta masta saso
Pehli dafa pehli nazar kesa tha pehla sama
Jabse tumhe dehka h lagta nahi dil kahi
Kuch bhi muje bhaye nahi tere bina tere bina
Nazar se nazar yu
S M A S H
S M A S H + ITO
No SH, ma su un NRG in giro
Per Ancona insieme a un mio amico
E adesso lo scrivo
S M A S H + ITO
No SH, ma su un NRG in
Ah! Ehe, reye reye Ikale boy, ey
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
E ma h'one muren yi mo ma ne oh eh
E ma h'oba muren yi me hen oh oh Olorun
Oba yio han
Oba
the highway
Fuck my voice, this is my day
Fuck my life, this is my name
Give it all up to Yahweh, always
H-O-B-B-E-S, S.R.H. we makin' a mess (Yeah, yeah)
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