Lyrics:
nigga that's something that never changed
This that Bryson Tiller song I need something in exchange
Hotter than a chili pepper when she step out in some
spolverandone tematiche
E la musica leggera detta legge leggermente
Qui si ride Rocco Tanica storie tese per i rapper
A Treviso si formavan con i Red Hot Chili
Les Red Hot Chili Peppers
Gueule d'ange mais l'apparence
Est trompeuse mes démons font surface
Cristaline remplie d'tize
C'est la street, croco vert sur
heard your homie went against the guns and rose
He's a pack, ain't he? (Shit)
Red Hot Chili Peppers if it's beef, take that nigga
last kiss before your ash is missed
These bastards is gettin clapped by the strap at the wrist
Chorus: Kool G. Rap (repeat 2X)
Yo let the games begin
me ill, so hot that I need a psychiatre,
Curse Kamer rap till my album drops.
cma whipe the slate clean on my way to the top
Somebody tell Parole
kid me, shit in my coat aiming at your kidney
Pressure, red hot like chilli pepper
Black 'n Decker hardware avoid the leper
Five o'clock shadowboxer,
swear, haha
Rap a lot, you know what it is
We goin' to peep tings at the after spot
That's how I rock, baby
Been One Umbrella shit
Proud to have
willies, got to fill me, huh
I like the hot wheels, you got a fast car
Like Tracy Chapman you can cruise with this rap star
The mink sporter, the heroin
that hot, shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P,
that hot, shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P,
Hot Nickels
Say my shit holding my sex pistol, deal me in
The bewilderin' killa bee quickly sting ya
I ain't gotta lift one fuckin' finga'
Make
to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do
And I fuck with desiigner like zana ray
Talk Hot you get hit with the pepper spray
Midnight I be spinning like hula hoops
Niggas say that it's lit nigga
think it's hot
I would still be bigger
Big dick spitter
Thick bitch hitter
Rap niggas think they lit
I'm litter
Drop big songs
Make 'em all big bitter
sex and 80 proof liquors
Run, walk, and crawl for catching hot balls
From my dogs who take game while smoking lock jaws
Why burn your mouth in the name
mix with the Fanta
Drugs in a red sack, I'm feelin' like Santa
So many hoes, like from here to Atlanta
I never been
I always sin
Never been the type
Nati's the sickest, you're not stoppin' my vision
These rap fucks must be poppin' prescriptions
Got 'em gassed up, thinkin' shit's hot when it isn't
a transition like Anthony Fantano
Smooth as fuck like dat stick to yellow
Lack of syllables but I still finesse the flow
Falling in love in the opposite of slow
really
All of this exotic beat my chest, bitch it's hot chili
Big as hell and wanna fight, boy you so silly
He gon' put his ass in the fryer, we at Joe
living by the book
We fill the jails in France, Uzes and Italy
Never do dirt in our own land
That shit's forbidden, G
Hoxha singing from the top
I'm not M
I'm not Loose
My nut's loose
Any rapper can get the fucks smoke
I'm serving hot fumes
Beats by Jayy
Get the job done, no question
Beats by Yamaica Productions, baby
That Structure, that swag
G Bando brim, big structure
Top Structure on a mission,
track off-the-rack kind of a track
You forced to rap, remember that? It's that
You know where I'm at, there go the gat
Pass me a bat,
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