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Nič z toho neovplyvní to, že sedím na gauči, mám v ruke plechovku a píšem
Aj keby som velmi chcel
Tak druhý album Lavička Pimpin' sa mi nikdy v
the hills to the best
I prove that I'm witty by usin my mind
I spit from my heart so you don't confuse
Me with other crews in my city
Cause I am the hardest
inside, realize the embrace right now
Be alive, entranced by the taste I'll show you how
Forty five man don't be a waste somehow
Get yourself to a higher
fit I'm bitching
Calling this one my letter to the system
Hope by now they know to listen
Power been down five days now
Fuck the system
Big Brother
a couple of shots
Of patron patron patron
12 play album is the bomb, play that #1
That's my song my song my song
Now one shot is what I like
Two shots gone
By your side
I can't help how I feel inside
Feel like I'm losing my mind
But I rather be by your side
Crashed a Beemer
Straight off the liter
Don't
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
doubt you
See the simple fact of the matter is they don't give a fuck about you
Or them five mouths you forced to feed (uh-huh)
No including yourself
for me
First the one
And then came the two and three and four
Five, six, seven, shots from a MAC-11
Platinum producer killed by haters
Tonight
je Titanic - nestačí přístav
Nevíš co děláš, nemá to význam
V hlavě máš okno, něco jak Windows
Nepiš už nic, měl bys to vypnout
Nepobírám vaše stavy,
albums and EP's ain't no where touching on my vault
Niggas snitching for a lighter sentence just to walk
Niggas talking just to talk
425 Days 'til I'm 28
You a Cutie pie in my eyes
Baby won't you be my kiwi lime
I'm not tryna press you I just need you by my side, you my forty-five
Can you tell me,
left us
Yeah, uh, thank God he never left us
In the morning, I'm on my grind
Eating beats up like it's breakfast
Spend five bands on my left wrist
Then
Five, four, three, two, one
Yessir, haha
2022
Big Snoop D-O-Double G
Ayo Battlecat
You know what time it is
It's time to do this shit we
the back
I was just a lil' young'n runnin' wild as hell
Runnin' round wild trynta get that mail
Lil' shorty dudes trynta learn the grooves
I was twelve
the feelin' you're givin' me
Hold me baby, I'm in ecstasy
And I'll be workin' from nine to five
To buy you things to keep you by my side
And I've never
seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak (that's right)
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by
seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak (that's right)
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by
and my man Rick got millions of gold albums
(That's a lie) I'm gettin' cold money every day
(You're a liar)
You'll need a wheel barrow for all that shit in
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
existenci, more, já nevidim plusy
Na internetu bojovník, no v životě jsi pussy
Ublíženci mají krámy, všichni bojujou za práva
Hádají se jako báby, chtěli by
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