Lyrics:
I ain't spit like this in a minute
My style cant be bought nor rented
If I start that shit I end it
Know its history if I pen it
Told you boys I was
Smerf, this your beat? Alright
Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga
(Smerf made this beat, boy)
You could catch me at your ho house
In the kitchen fryin' chicken
Produced by: Skeyez Beats
Skit Vocal by: PlanZ普兰兹一
Recorded by: 瑞
Mixed/Mastered by: 瑞/郭子翊
PlanZ’s Voicemail:
More Vision, break a leg, boy
Stevv
get out of the trap
Make money get out of the trap
We bulletproofed
You can't shoot us
Hold it hold it let them come
I'm that nigger
That boy Denis some
song
Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was makin
to the day that I'm deceased
Even then I pray I'm living through these beats
Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks
Burning Amsterdam green where it falls like
just buggin' the fuck out
Enough of that shit, it's time to O.D, one time
But y'all could take it how you want it, word
Ayo the bottom line is I'm
bluff and I’ll make it true just call me Puff Daddy
Bad boy
我是吹牛老爹
Bad boy I’m Puff Daddy
身
边总是围绕漂亮小姐
Always surrounded by pretty girls
嘴上
叼个牙签
开个豪
车
With
mama always tell me go to school on monday
Now we cashout
Now we flexing
Young boy getting it you know it work hard
Mama in the kitchen cooking rice
All
alten Strophen und alten Beats
Eimsbush Stylee
Ah, check das ab
Yo
Was los? Wir sind im Haus heut' Nacht
Haben euch alte Styles mitgebracht
Für
I don't know (How) it slowly takes control
It bubbles up inside and hollows out my mind
All I see is what we used to be
Every moment clear - I'm all
like Carlton
The female version I say my verses, people scream they love me
Hey, guys, it's working people wanna do me harm
I don't have to hurt them I
(Satisfy)
(Satisfy) yeah yeah, yeah
(Satisfy this hunger- you) Sinatra, Big Pepe
(Satisfy) oh, you got the studio shout-out
(Satisfy) you feelin'
This is who we are, we don't keep up a facade
In a dungeon, we keep the studio dark
At a summit, we never gonna fall off
When you plummet, we lend
beats
Because it's the truth, it's the proof
That some of history is lying to you
So now let's make an honest person out of you
Let's start with Xanax
YoungBoy Kay in the studio
I got Ezy Tee too
I go by the name of tragic
Yeah, tragic
Me and the boys are back on it
Yeah back on it,
Me
hoe
Just go home
Get back in your Mercedes on your solo
Wrap it up rapid, got the studio blasting
Pack my bag, I got a package
Bag of lyrics, it's
the skinny version Let her hoe in peace man
It's wednesday, right? It's hump day right
Or at least it's about to be don't worry i give her back
Ha, shout out
can't eat
I'm in too deep
It's a high fall running into a brick wall all by yourself
But I know what will help
That used to rock this boy asleep now
know the ins and the outs and I can spit it wicked
Twisted And you can see by the look of my face
Give me the mic and I'ma mangle it tangle it
I smoke this weed to get my mind off shit
I write to the beat to get my mind of shit
I pound this drink to get my mind off shit
You would think by
It's therapeutic when I spew it in the music
You would think the boy was Jewish how the flow could save-me
From self-destruction
Get on the beat
formidable place
I can let you know the ins and the outs and I can spit it wicked
Twiztid And you can see by the look on my face
Give me the mic and ima
about to bust your bubble like a tree lord
Too much marijuana got me p-noid
I'm killing instrumentals with that All So Simple Can It Be, boy
Shout to Lil
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