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symud fatha John Cena,
Now you see me now you don't, Dewin Cymru Joe Cordina,

(K.O)

Dwi am ddeud yr un hen beth,
Cymryd peth o'r cyllid fel yr un hen

symud fatha John Cena,
Now you see me now you don't, Dewin Cymru Joe Cordina,

(K.O)

Dwi am ddeud yr un hen beth,
Cymryd peth o'r cyllid fel yr un hen

y golau nol, Buan daw o'i gyd yn ol)

Gweld y byd - mond drwy lygaid camra',
Yn curo llaw, i foddi swn yr holl gelwydda'.
Ond a fydd aur, yr ochr draw

money nigga donttttttt wait 
For a yr I ate colddddd shank 

Count that money fast but get it faster 
I'm official ima real trapper 
Street nigga all in

Mae'n rhy hwyr i anwybyddu'r gwIr.

 Mae yr allwedd yn ein dwylo ni
Peidiwn anwybyddu'r gri
Gan ei bod hi'n unfed awr ar ddeg
Mae na gynllun fedrwn roi ar

of the cracks 
Then it fills the lungs of a man
Who will die a slow tortured death!
Don't hold yr breath

I hear the train leavin'
Vanishing round the bend
I

jeg danser nedi trappene.

Du gjør meg vill,
la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Du gjør meg yr,
og jeg føler meg som 14 år.
Du gjør meg vill,

Uh PD 1-9-Y-R-S
I like it I mean it's a mix of my favorite shit you know?
No like it's like a follow up to 1-8Y.R-S It's got all my favorite people

birihariye
The way u take control
The way you moving slowly
Bridge:

(I just wanna)
Drop it up
Drop it up
Drop it up
Am addicted to yr chemicals
Lock it up

plug me in deep, drippy, smut my veins up, drip it down
down the slippy pole, drippy, ship your flippy grit sole to crown
shit yr trippy scrip in me,

artnigger.com
it felt true to me
but i tickt private registration
cuz i'm too good to be true

i never noe if i
shd keep yr qualms
on my mind or my machine

yr

for a while
So what's up with you girl
What's up with you
You used to smile

You might leave yr soul alone

You might compare me
To yr ex-husbands hyde

Four in the morning and yr thinking it
All night it had you turning again
The morning, far, till u could get to it
How I could feel it beside u in

my car.
cali i luh you & what you are.
but yr runways are clogged, 
& yr cities are smogged.

i travel, gather information.
been on the journey since i

celiBate  
And keep Slangin & Banging, Blood  
This that eastside DriP Set  
Gas I Pif Dat,I Spit Crack  
Facts, lightning and Thunder  
20yrs ago, my mama

Fydd hi'n fisoedd tan i ni weld haf.

Paid â gwrando ar yr holl amheuon
Mae na obaith tra bod curiad calon
Dwi ddim angen unrhyw addewidion
Ond troedia'n

Dwi di bod yn meddwl am yr haf mor hir, ma'n brifo fi,
dwi di bod yn meddwl am yr awyr las, a'r maes yn boeth dan dy draed.

Yn un o'r mur ti byth ar

upon us
Mixed blessings in reverse
Each tessellating heartache
Assaulted wound, a richer verse
Mixed mass-age mourned and wormed and burned
Yr lesson

with offside ovations
To hot and bothered to care for a bearing that only lead home
I could be yr catcher -
Just write off the misses
Singin? it like

känner mig svag
Jag känner mig matt
Vad är det som får mig att:

Kastas
Upp och ner, sida till sida
Jag blir alldeles yr, woah ohh
Upp och ner, sida till

Thirty-Five Seven to his head tryna get bread
So i can get fed ended up in court guilty how i plead fuck it
10 Long yrs i was stuck in the bucket gutta slept

alone with all of them.
I wonder. You wonder why?
You feel the same the same again
Feel alone with all of them
Do you wait for..?
Leave yr self you leave

Always when you run. Start with nothing
Leave yr self behind
When you turn around look for something
You can't find
It's over now. It's all been for

Hold yr head- nothing left- no one needs you
Less is more! Nothing good. No one's there at all!
Hold yr needs- or hold yr head. Nothing wasted
Turn