Lyrics:
On god
Yeah
Yeah
We ain’t tripping on no damages man We ain’t tripping on none of that shit
I can’t feel my face double ss’s in my Cup
My boys like
but prolly should stop
It’s levels to this s***and s***’s on the rise
It’s kinda new, but not a surprise
Eye on the prize, which is the check
When
j'arrive avec la puissance de Catrine
Y'a le Ss markez sur les platines pendant q'j'tema ces putins qui patinent
J'ai Gyptian sur les denims
Ils
me?
(SS soldier) Halt den Mund!
Water Please!
(SS soldier) Halt die Klappe!
Stop! Please STOP!
Inside four walls...God
Nothing to see...Nothing
My skin
rolling
Grab that *ss that she throwing
Lotta b**** be hoeing
She don't do no exposing
All her fans are left thirsty
Put that pussy right on me
Anywhere we
phony or all that's left
Ss it digital or existence?
Or If I'll rob them of their heart
And use it to play darts
Just like my true love did to me
Since SS2
I been dey tell you say I love you
But by SS3
You been commot go yankee
And I no know if i go see you again
But I dey wait
And I go save
hundred and fifty dollars
Drink bleach, eat glue
T4, SS, one, two, two
Stop the punks, stop the armies
Your daddy was a fucking Nazi
Anti-fascist, pro-cop
Maman, toi t'es la depuis le départ
Moi je fais couler tes larmes
Y'a que dans tes yeux je vois des STVR
Tes paroles pour que j'puisse na3ss
Tant
Yeah
In my sector
Yeah
Heart been too cold like the Tundra
It's in my nature like Mother
She wanna cap told her hop on Among Ss
Back to back L's
So
mouth
You tasting ss juice
Django unchained
You niggas let the wrong slave loose
I'm swinging wood
I hit that bitch just like i'm babe ruth
I'm not e40
na3ss ghé f’pillow fight
Jma3 l’bbalz koulchi lyouma mssafr bad trip
Pack mrigl koulla sortie darb hat-trick
M’blané koulchi ma mdassrch 3lia pile ou face
I'm with the s***s
Niggas pull up dripping sauce
Pull up dripping voss
I got rich, ha
That rolley don't tick tock
Feel like Rick Ross
Don't clock out
double SS's
Money night like Halloween
Door to door no trick or treat master shifu cut da beef
My shawty bad she so on fleek
Close yo eyes what do you
Now I run the cartel
Going pastel I dropped
My album like a bombshell
Rackin stacks I'm movin fast
Didn’t tap cuz she’s a nast
SS on the plate
She only
Is she a business major
Cause she like to talk a-lot
Ss she a chemist major
Cause she like to whip the pot
Is she a physics major
Cause she like
A bright new Benz or bimmer
Their V-V-Ss gleamin
I can’t clearly see a reason
Why you wanna do the follow. This life been scary lately.. I’m depp In sleepy
I was riding down 465 with the strap
Wanna test my gangsta you can get your *ss smacked
You can find me on my porch I’ll be strumming my guitar
Real
On the S.S Love with me
Oo woah oo oh oh
Oo woah oo oh
Cold colors change to warm
You know that my heart is torn
My life is a movie no 40 inch
She hearing my s**t
She like who is this
J i G on the s***s
Cuban Cubans on the wrist
Bonnie Clyde with the s***s
on
Just 3 hours to cut down a tree
I spent all my money in the safari zone
And then you ask me to leave
After only 5 minutes in ?!
Lift Key
SS Ticket
ill'n what
We be ill'n right
We be ill'n what
We be ill'n right
We be ill'n what
iLL tribe up in the house tonight
And got the chevy ss that bitch
wont trick me out my position
Im just sticking to my mission, don't come around when im winning
Where were you when I was on my *ss (On my *ss)
Since you
Mighty creation of a mighty human mind
Effective killing weapon to end useless lives
SS Totenkopfverbande - poisoned last breath
Massive killing weapon
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