Lyrics:
Was one step from around the way
He was one step from around the way
He was one step from around the way
But you should
Sh- Sh-
Shou
Sh- Sh- Sh- Sh
Sh sh secret
Sh sh secret agent
Sh sh secret
Sh sh secret agent
A secret agent
On a secret mission
A secret agent
Slides into
S/o le Flem, ouais
Yah, han, j'ai plus vingt piges, moi, r'garde dans mes yeuz
J'ai plein d'potes qui sont devenus des gueu-sh (yah, des peoples)
of the slums
And I'm a shine, sh-sh-shine, shine, shine
Shine like the Sun, the world is mine
Each line of speech designed to transcend time
And reach,
(I don't owe you sh*t)
(I stay on my sh*t)
(Owe you sh*t)
(I don't owe you sh*t)
You don't even know me I don't owe you sh*t
You are not my homie I
Groovy shon onnat playa sh** i’m Desolate i Isolate my self from hata Sh** keep it smooth
Keep it pushin
On some skata sh** and n***** Mad But won’t
La la la la La la
La la la La la la
Tera gora mukhda Chori
Chanda sa chamke re
Tu Dim dim light me Aave
Manne pagal karde sh
Tera gora mukhda
This that s when you know your lethal
This is for my people, flow so evil
There's no one equal
This that sh when you know your an idol
This is for
(This Sh*t is just too effortless, Its too easy, Let me talk my Sh*t)
Hook: Layup Layup Layup, Boy this sh*t a layup-Can't believe these
Big shrimp on my plate look like dolphin
Sh*t around your neck ain’t look like diamonds
Big shrimp on my plate look like dolphin
Sh*t around your
And I only f*ck with my sh*t
N*gga my sh*t
Gottem begging for that Cyp sh*t
Yeah that Cyp Sh*t
Yeah you n*ggas must be Geminis
2 side sh*t
Cyp Canelo
In dem sh*t, I JUST WcNNc ROCK IT !
Ich geh‘ ab wie ‘ne f*cking ROCKET
Ich bin TURNT und ich mache mein sh*t quick
Was du machst, ja es ist für mich
Funk this sh*t up
Funk this sh*t up
Funk this sh*t up
Funk this sh*t up uh
Funk this sh*t up
Funk this sh*t up
Funk this sh*t up
Funk this sh*t up
I do dat sh1t on god
I swear dat sh1t on god
I pop dat sh1t on god
I slay dat sh1t on god
God ain’t tell the truth
God ain’t being me
God ain’t
the wildest, lets run the metropolis
I pop like lollies, you drop like eyelids
The money keep calling, I hear this sh-t dialling
And they say money talks
nell′armadio
Settimo stadio, mischio lessico al pessimo stato
Sono un reato (SH)
Il brutto che è specchiato
Il frutto del peccato
Il frutto che avete creato
Il
na’wo na’wo loo
Mo n shayo shayo loo
Mo de le sh’omo sh’omo loo
Emi ma n j’aye j’aye loo
Mo na’wo na’wo loo
Mo n shayo shayo loo
Mo de le sh’omo sh
If you ain't talkin money than you ain't talkin sh*t
If you ain't talkin money than you ain't talkin sh*t
If you ain't talkin money than you ain't
People can't have friends
We're gonna be friends
Yeah you don't wanna be my friend
We're not gonna be friends
Shorty need my love
Sh sh shorty need
Sh-sh-show me what you’ve got
Show me what you’ve got
Sh-sh-show me what you’ve got
Show me what you’ve got
Sh-sh-show me what you’ve got
Show me what
a ballroom gown
And all your waves of people behind you saying
Sh-sh-show me how lonely
Sh-sh-show me how alone
And all your scars
You ain’t so eager to show
Its that Livingstoner
Shots Shots Shots Shots
Shots Shots Shots Shots
Shots Shots Sh-Sh-Shots
They calling me the gunman nigga
If C-Z call the shot
No love
No one loves the DaNk0us Y0SH
Feel crushed
DaNk0us Y0SH has loved so much
They said you don't like the DaNk0us Y0SH
They said you don't like
Tell Me Sh*t Sh*t Im Like Ohh I'm Bout Go
To The Top Im Bout To Blow Yeah That's Fosho
Put My Beats My Drezon Boy You Cant Tell Sh*t.'
Verse (1)
Ain't
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