Lyrics:
pris des armes vu l'nombre de tes-traî qu'y a d'vant (paw, paw)
Quand il f'sait froid, qu'c'était la disette, j'faisais paraître que c'est facile, donc,
au sens propre j’lui f’sais du sale dans le lit de sa sœur le sperme c’était son or
Et maintenant je sais j’attends plus rien d’une femme
J’prends tes
Hit the gas, like a racecar.
Money on the dash redlining on my g spot.
I'm the lottery, like a top pick
Pull up at the clearport f*ck me in
quer mais parar
Pode perguntar pro Silvio Santos
Quem tá fazendo mais grana por aqui
Tô rasgando as madrugada de f8 adoro tudo isso ai
Pode perguntar pro
gramas de pak
No estilo selvagem
Pode pá então pode crer
Nós que bota pra f*der
Voadão, chei do din
Atento ao que pode acontecer
Meu blocão,
get a phone call
I’m on your line
Is you gone pick it up
I’m on your mind
At least half the time
F*ck a 9 to 5
I’m on the grind (I’m on the grind)
I’m
é bem mais sexy
Na zona de perigo
Baby vem comigo enlouquecer, vem me dar prazer
Sei só somos amigos, mas a gente gosta de f***
Me diz qual vai ser
Nita in F Major and little Rand snickering here*
Mmm, there’s corn syrup
Oh yes and sugar
And palm oil
And Citric acid
Salt, soy
Artificial flavor,
feelin lowkey
Rollin right beside me, yeah baby highkey
(VERSE 5 - Gene)
Shawty wanna be mamacita, make her my demon
F1 how we fly to the tropics, I
on
Take me somewhere high
Take me, take me
Take me, f eel me
Feel all of me
Take me, feel me
f’ing up my molars,
Anyways, just wait until I get a hold of,
You, shawty bring your fine ass on through
Verse:
Walk past, jaw drop,
I walk fast with
seat, giving me the “i wanna f you” face,
Not my fault your girl want some play,
Not my fault your girl didn’t stay,
But anyways,
What is the time
s'finit t'en f'ra quoi
Blessé par les coups dur du parcours
Rature même aux versos des ardoises
J'fais cavalier seul avec l'espoir d'empiéter dans l'sas
F.S.U.
Harley Boy, skirt on ‘em...
In the kitchen and it's Taysty.
Fuck shit up, fuck shit up!
Fuck shit up, fuck shit up!
Fuck shit up, fuck shit
dressed in the bow ties.
There’s no I - O - U’s with F O I’s,
That’s S-U-V trucks, and plenty more guys.
My shit’s off the scale, I’m a heavier weight,
1
the music right
cnd I hope he don't kill my vibe
Im feelin' good and I don't give a f***
‘Bout to cut it up
On the dance floor tonight
The bass is
amor de deus
Nado de bruço você se f****
Queimaram fascistas e chamaram eu
JM urso Judeu
Fu** U, JM SCAL o mais brabo
Versos nunca antes vistos
O
a cara do crime
Do tipo que vai roubar meu coração
(DJ2F solta o beat!)
É Julia Ba...
Desce no...
Julia Bacellar
Desce no macetin
Quero ver tua habilidade
atenta com o volume do meu bombojaco.
Descendo a capital,
de f8 lá no grau.
A plasma vermelha tá camuflando a minha brisa.
Se ligar a sirene é fuga.
Tá preparada pra galopar, mulher?
Vem com 2F e Zullu, vem
Eta, que menina louca
Tá mexendo onde não deve
Atrevidinha
Senta com o dedinho na boca
ekledim tırpanıma
Beni görünce çek yorganıda
Sustalı yedim bak sol yanıma
Kral biziz siz soytarı lan
Dirilini sike sike. Dirilttim
Silivri F tipi delirtir
(Ty bop, no Ty)
I'm not taking a "L" I refuse
Stay in tune
& I said what I said
Was too busy playing by rules
The f*ck was I doing?
I was right
Eh eh F.O eh eh reich
Sur les nerfs j’n’est pas dormis
Le dictateur n’a pas d’armée
Pas d’hommes pas de famine
La peur laissera un goût amer
think i need a clean slate,
Stacks on stacks, i premium pay,
You can love on me, but there are others who hate,
F a backbone I’m an invertebrate,
You
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