Lyrics:
It all seems so strange
The mutes the bums
The dogs with mange, the poor,
Doesn't anybody help themselves anymore
I guess not
Barefoot pregnant women
to the freeway
I can't roll witcha
Can't get by can't smoke witcha
Man that pussy got control of ya
Make sense cause you niggas got some hoe in ya
But I'll be
pojebal, šupa na rebrá
Lóve hýbu charakterom, sláva šľape na pedál
Plný plyn do muru jeb, bum-bác zákerák
Tak sa nečuduj, že stalo sa z nás psycho
Tak
nineteen
Wish I could kiss her on her cheek
Wan just did a ten, he got out
Ain't miss a beat
Ridin' 'round in a Benz
Gettin' massaged by the seat
Lil' nigga
zoči-voči
Vybuchla jak dynamit
Rozmýšlam nahlas a hovorím nahlas
To nepoprie nikto kto fakt pozná Strapa
Bum - do huby napalm až
Potom sorry nechcel som
Malo
gettin' money by the way that they greet us (yeah)
So much ice, my nose's gettin' runny, they thought they could freeze us (yeah-yeah)
I'm talkin' white
this art
You air headed assholes, just stop try to piss off
Shut your heads, punks 'cause the tables turned
And this one's in memory of the bums that
mig (la' mig)
La' mig se dem, la' mig se dem (uh-uh)
Hva' er det, der' på din' fødder?
L-l-lille mand, blevet en bums, du har glemt din' rødder
famed
And found an ancient Voudou Queen, bewitchment was her game
He knew his days were numbered, and soon his time would come
By cannonball,
ray come get me
What it is yo
Stackin one jackin' like black bums
But got mad money throw us a check
I love Fly-Guys languages and
Niggas who ride high
Hunnid in a chop', that's a C cup
Bitch, I see you hatin' through the peephole
Stomp you in Margiela's in a peacoat
She a bum bitch, but love
look?
Hit him with a left and then I shot him with the right hook
I'm with Louie 'round Stockton, right by Cook
Fed up 'cause niggas really jeffin', I
the G.O.A.T
And I got the game by the throat
Young Eagle goin' ape and you ain't gotta tell
I can tell you all my secrets if you swear to never tell
Got
see to drink Bommerlunder you don't need class
You can be a smelly bum sitting on your ass
You can be a king or even a queen
And when you drink
všechno se změnilo
Pamatuju Zutroy, Iscream boyz
Pamatuju crunk jackpot ballin bordel
Bez nás by to, co je teď, more, nikdy nebylo
Můj chain a bílý
mind
You see to drink Bommerlunder you don't need class
You can be a smelly bum sitting on your ass
I could be a king or even a queen
And when you
You are full of shit
You are a no good rotten bum
You are a good for nothing scalawag
You bring me damaging disharmony in my life
By cussing at me
by Night Achi, willkommen auf dem Maskenball
Maskhara, keiner malt hier mit Wasserfarben
Kids hantieren mit Butterfly, schneiden Sticks und machen
own it, I own it
I own it, I own it
I own it, I own it
Live by the words of a wise man
Who said don't go falling in love
So as much as I can I
own it, I own it
I own it, I own it
I own it, I own it
Live by the words of a wise man
Who said don't go falling in love
So as much as I can I
saw some bums urinating
Then I felt my teeth growing through my gums, irritating
The hell out of me, but it couldn't match my hunger pains
So I
zostaniesz wtedy sam jak palec
Dostałeś palec, chciałeś odgryźć całą rękę?
Ty kurwo! Szukasz podziałów by kosić grubą pęgę
NIE MA CHUJA! Jest jeden hip hop,
know I'd prob'ly feel the same
Your friends all hate me too, but that's okay
'Cause you keep hangin' on
And they keep callin' me a bum
And everybody
Zacznij się kontrolować
Pełną gębą chcesz żyć
Jak wszystkiego chcesz spróbować
Musisz miejsce zachować, by nie żałować brat
No to wypić od tak, gdy
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