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Nie słyszysz? wcale nie znaczy
Że tego nie ma w sercach dzieciaków nadzieja
- album dojrzewa
Niespokojny charakter jak ocean przy sztormie
Tymi daje

cherry
Happened to be wearing my white pants
I had a fart that turned to shart by chance

Teleporter
Take me far away
I don't want to be here anymore

pockets healthy
Guess I used that for a feast
That cutlery helped my company, was sittin' on up steps
Cars rollin' by suddenly
Tinted windows, we don't

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:: Words & Music by Hisashi Furue

You might wanna whip me, I don't
I ain't runnin' 'round with no hoes
I don't live my life by your code
I just work my hands to the bone
I don't grind it

We invest ours put it on your head
Have you killed within the next hour
(Goodnight) i know homie gon' be sick (ha)
I got no album out
Still a Rollie

can't tell me nothin', right?
I said wait 'til I get my money right

Nineteen, I'm feeling scared as shit
Cause I'm dropping out of college
From an album

The King's Alpha out to Death Row
Who you know was spazzing at Art Basel with the Trill OG
Grill by Johnny Dang boy u can't get these at Tiffany's
Who told you

 want expensive champagne
No cheap shit on rocks
The wind from Miami,  park right by the docks

They say, they say
Be careful what you wish for
They say,

Griselda, by Fashion Rebels yeah
Reject, nigga griselda

Fuck your chain and your watch
With diamonds inside the bezel
Fuck your favorite rapper, I

tapen Spiller Nummer 10
Og labelen til Eazy E de ga ut Stevie Stone
Og CD-en hadde bangers ifra meg og Lotion
Så skjedde det som har skjedd
Big Ice by

a Tropicana and a sack to burn
Cause they've been waiting on my
Album like a tax return
I just got a new set
Put a knife to your skin got you screaming
Thinking

sweatsuit, black and burgundy shots
I got a safe in the ceiling, that's my emergency box
Another half a mil' buried under that dirt by them rocks
Nigga,

buď v redakci
Rapeři za odstavce nechaj prdel jebat si
Polikání koulí to je atrakce
Pošlu album na recenzi naplnění Anthraxem
Vítej v mim světě, mozková

Nasranej na tebe buzno, měl by si se potatit
Chytni kurvu za vlasy a narvi hlavu pod paty
Jsem nasranej na měkký buzny ve vztahu, jste lopaty
Jsem nasranej

I'm rich (I'm rich)
And I don't care what yours is, that's not important
'Cause even if you told me, I'ma forget by the morning
Only thing on my mind

a down South general?
Five-star meals, six clips by the vegetables
Rolling Loud set, break a mic, pay the damages
Had to break a sweat, call up Cara for

depresso
Avevo un brothi fascio
Volevo dargli un bacio
Mi chiamava "frocio"
Ora gli piace il cazzo
Nei miei DM, Cattolica, Bocconi
Ci sto facendo un album

[Verse]

Awaken me to the fall of a man
Rise of a beast
Head legs and feet
Animated by a little electricity
Judge with your eyes but neglect what you

I'm doing it for me
This time around we coming for everything
Shit hit different when you got it out the streets
You can be here, then gone by next

Artist: E.S.G. f/ D-Reck, D-Gotti, Noke D
Album: City Under Siege
Song: Thugs in Heaven

(*talking*)
Fuck that shit, I done lost another-another one

fondue
Join the queue  

Oh he said that he would take it slow
Wanna walk side by side not in his shadow 
Let me glow 
 		
Oh he's fucking with my trio

the remix
I go by the name of Sacario

[Fat Joe] Yeah!
[Sacario] Angela, Joey Crack
[Fat Joe] Pick the music up man
[Angie M] Let's do it
[Sacario] We 'gon

beat was produced by Rob the Vikang

I crept up from above and took you out
Look its a new sheriff in town
Hope you know that you are going down
Bang