Lyrics:
Kurdish
I would love to record my next album in my own language
My native and while I understand
Why you wouldn't want that
But if in between you Turks
We
you
Sure what you found
Fountain keep me by your call me money
Keep fake ID you call me smile
Don't stare me on you
Start on you, mean like how to be
of young money cash money)
Brown paper bag (I represent 17 road of new orleans let's go)
Practice makes perfect I'm relaxing at rehearsal
I'm gonna
Brown paper bag (I represent 17 road of New Orleans let's go)
Practice makes perfect I'm relaxing at rehearsal
I'm gonna motherfucking professional
this all behind
I treat this album like a movie NC-17 on the bitch
never put a limit on an experience, why?
The endless void of space is my limit
And I
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
j'casse un tour pour finir l'album
J'te termine à coups d'penalty dans la tête
Autodidacte, cultivé sans école
Besoin d'un capteur pour ouvrir la brèche
Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong,
LOSE
Ride around in the coupe
Keep on working in the booth
Pop a bean and then I'm slumped
This bitch crazy so she dumped
17 I'm Lil Pump
Yeah she got my
of the 6, we keeping Heaven open triple 7 like 77 times 7.
Hell is swarming hole.
I ain’t visiting it I’m staring down from the Stairway to Heaven,
Keep it my
an acronym
Flow so trill I should patent it
Never serve bubble rap when I package it
Blows by the truckload when the track is sent
In other words, you all
Chours~
So get it understood boy
I am from the hood boy
Came up from the dirt
Self made hustler ima beast(ima beast)
Verse~
I'm surrounded by all
in the hummers
Cause I know them boys be some chiefing last summer
Buffet fire is my drink, and I drinks it daily
So I buys it by the truck load, so I
1 yeah
This album is dedicated to all the teachers
That told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above
The buildings that I
Absolutely no one under 17 will be admitted
Without parent or certified adult guardian
They'll fry your brain, they're sick as hell
Jolly good fun,
today
They're a little
Bit different we in the desert
In the middle of Dubai conflict
Of Interest has just dropped
And the album is a movie so I call
My
a Thugs Mansion
Dear mama don't cry, your baby boy's doin' good
Tell the hommies I'm in heaven and it ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
something they’ll remember
Before they crown us kings, rest in peace young simba
We have come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord
But now you got to get
your
Allowance on albums, we're back in the 90s
When I was a four or a five year old crying
Nowhere in my mind would you find a desire to
Rhyme in
talk about my race on the whole first album
But black vs white bullshit was the still the outcome
How come these motherfuckers can't seem to let it go
of young money cash money)
Brown paper bag (I represent 17 road of new orleans let's go)
Practice makes perfect I'm relaxing at rehearsal
I'm gonna
went to heaven he saved by the bell
I did it with me and me
Because I know them 2 niggas won't tell
He tried to live that life
Trynna earn them stripes
Who died and went to heaven to make you a king?[00:13.83]Jesus[00:15.81]Who traded teams to make you redeemed?[00:18.38]Jesus[00:20.42]Who made you
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