Lyrics:
in Miami sunshine
If you want a fun time come fuck with me
Cocaine perks, I'm a dusty B
I'm a lusty B, all laid out ready
Fucking up the floor like
she an A
But B, she a C, all she do is suck some D (Suck some D nigga!)
I got some E in my pocket and some swishers on Vic
Walking like we own
Posiciona e vai
Muita areia pro pai
Já deixou vários no pé
Ela é louca mais tem fé
Quem 'tá vindo ai
Sensualizando ela é bem mais que a Cardi B,
(Ah)
God is a feeling, b, nothing can limit me
Handle my gifts like I'm brazen, not timidly (Oh yeah)
I emit glory, you in my vicinity
I just went Xena,
c'est W E B, Tous les 3 c'est WEB
eigentlich so weit gut; ich weiß nicht mal, warum ich es tu
Aber wo ich auch hinschau, bist du, und du, du bist so viel
Hab kein' Plan B, manchmal hab ich
wack lyrics just to be specific
Christ like on the mic device and He is risen
This is the redemption
Mary j b, want no drama so do not mention
MC's I’m
for the spot
Bad B, oh my
(Oh my, oh my)
She just wanna jump in my ride
(Jump jump jump)
Islington where we shoot on sight
So don't get caught up
an angel or a demon?
B, we came here to dance
Yeah, I heard what they bank
Some things are better unsaid,
All she want is a dance, that's why she left
Tik tik tok
Alias, ik hou 't simpel, A, B, C
Al die mannen spelen G, maar zijn vaak met B
Ik kom binnen, al die kippen groeten, namasté
Vroeger
Nederland, Baas B, Lange Frans
sleepin' in, takin' vitamins
Vitamin A, vitamin B, vitamin C
Vitamin D, vitamin, bitch, vitamin please
I went bullshit free for weeks
It snatched my
cara do Estado
Minhas linhas têm verdade, a gente busca a igualdade
Com as mina a força rege, aniquilamos a maldade
As minas são sangue B, mas o
(Grrah!) sortis d'la tour B, le whisky est tourbé, la petite est courbée
M'barak m'a dit "c'est toi le rappeur le plus bourbier!"
La Haute
Au-dessus
jams, hotness that flows
So much music to be heard, who knows who knows
What's a classical, R and B, rap, jazz, rock, reggae
All real but what are
advice
So I don't chase nothin' but a cheque
Even though it's B, you're overrated
That's why I keep the Virgin Mary on my neck
Uh, 'cause I don't trust
liricistas con rimas te asesinan, dos liricistas con rimas te asesinan
Si okay
El B, Bian
Oscar
Aldeanos en la casa
Gualtiero en el instrumental
Happy
Treat your body like a guitar (strum, strum)
Hit your notes in this order (G, B, D, G, D, G)
Touch every one of your frets correctly
Uh, I'll hit that
Straight)
Mook B, Shawty, Stunna, & Phace, (Stunna & Phace)
My Mama So Proud I Made It (I Made It)
Ain't Tellin' You Niggaz Bout Me (Niggaz Bout Me)
100 I
'nem, ya mean big brothers love ya
Definitely felonies, telling me
Treacherously MC, yelling B, set 'em free
Let me see, that strategy's misleading
everybody gone eat b, everybody gone eat,
Broccoli and celery, pocket getting healthy, you gone see G you gone see me
Rolling in on dubs, in the latest
Selbstwertgefühl
Ein Pfund von der Beute, der Kurde freut sich
Du trägst zwar das B, doch in deiner Fresse den Kuss des Teufels
Du hast einen Sack in deinem Mund
Fuck him, he don't get shit anyway.
Who the fuck is this Kermit the frog face ass nigga right here B?
Slap the shit out you B,
Who the fuck is this
sacrifices
Shin Sekaï, Wati B, IST, t'as compris
Tu ne taperas jamais plus fort qu'on fera, petit
Tall
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