Lyrics:
in it
F**k your mixing up in that pot
You a witch
How the hell you tie my heart into a not
How the hell you turn me to a fiend like you was serving
Play my game. Be my ref. Cause I’m feeling so D-T-F.
Switch up from my knees to my backside.
Cirque Du Soleil, freak all night.
You hungry, I got
fan policier c fort
F.U.E.G.O à fond dans la tchop mon frère au quartier j’ai déjà tout prouver
Après ton audition devant chez moi j’me fait peter
im Kopf
Nicht mehr weit zur Milli, deine Bitch will Doggy jetzt
R-U-F-U-Z ist prominent
Kickdown, Broketimes, sip' den Voddi weg
G-g-gib ihr bös',
Le 4
Zoin
En détente
Ok, c'est parti
J'ai des voix dans ma tête, elles sont beaucoup
Tu f'ras moins l'San Goku avec une sangle au cou
Mon
carpet
With the rose petals
Back in 16
You were mine on Valentines
I was fresh up out my parents crib
F Street was the best of times
I ain’t even have
Recognition
THE BLACK WOMAN IS G.O.D
BOW DOWN TO HER
GET THE F#CK UP OUT THE THRONE
& GIVE THE CROWN TO HER
NO SHORTS THIS YEAR
WERE TAKING ALL
false
Be a man
Just grow up
Get some f****** balls
I just want you
I just need you bad
You just play me
All the time
It’s sad
Why do I all
Never stayed on my ass
I’ma ball more cause I love when they mad
F**k XXL cuz they not in my class
Even If I did fail
And I get held back
I’m a decade
we smoking on blimps (BLIMP)
N****s wanna keep up (what?)
It’s impossible Kim (OKAY)
Ed Edd & Eddy
Buggeti spaghetti (OH YAH)
I f*cked yo hoe if
Hast du (?), zünd' mir noch eine Kippe an und noch ein Glas
Deine Augen wollen f-, ich will noch ein Glas
Hab' dir geschworen heute Abend ist mein
Nou gen 5 an n pa janm f on soti
Sa prouve m pa moun pou ou
M te ba w tout mwen san reflechi
Sa w ap fè m yo, m pat atann yo
Mwen remèsye w pou tout tan
dert ta3 lfasad machi b3id tjini sida
F yiddi ferdi lokhra iphone allo mama ana jay
3zrayn mkabri foog skata ghadi bia l'Paradise
Hyati kamla ghalat
F*** ça j'crois j'vais tej les cahier
Et j'me fait pas des idées c'que j'ai fais de mal j'vais le payer (han-han)
Si c'est perché faut le cueillir, mon
than
F****** Cardi B on a sybian
Claim to already know my type
For sure you're right
Could show you a thing or two
Ohhhh
Besides
That just isn't made for
to impress
A nigga who seen that all
Remaining ten toes
No intention to sell my soul
Still got that million dollar flow
And it shows
F A O
You may of herd
May
É o Jall que lançou
(DJ 2F, solta o beat!)
Peguei a visão do teu olhar maldoso
Primeira vez que eu fico assim nervoso
Deixando o coração falar por
vuela
Hace parde días yo a ti te di banda
No soy perra pero tampoco soy santa
En mi corazón ya no eres tú quien manda
I don’t give a f*ck con la p*ta que
maze running
Don’t run away from me
Don’t wanna wait, no
Duck your friends
F*** your mans
What’s your plans mami?
Call it, ‘cuz I got a few bands
Giro pela zona sul
Sou dom do time memo
Na quebrada é o furdúncio
F1 mafu mafu
É o melhor que tá teno
Me viu de longe
Freezou nós meus dread
Aproximou
all facts,
Bagging up a backpack,
Im on attack with the raps gotta spit that,
Verse:
Keep flexing all that money ima push your f****** wig back,
f*** a compromise, i got a brand new whip as a heartbreak prize,
You ever had thoughts of burying your best friend,
Cancer ravaged her health,
que sur ma haine
CASH
MONEY
WALLET
HONEY
J’SUIS DANS
L'DESERT (SAHARA)
SORS DE MA TETE!
PEINE
WAYNE
J’COMPTE
QUAND MEME
F-L-O-W
TERRIBLE
DANS
gialla fra e grazie fumi plastica
P n f presto up lavoriamo per farcela
Hai vinto tutto quanto e ti hanno fatto il tifo
Un po come jorginho x2
Ma
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