Lyrics:
erreicht mein' Swag
Digga, fick dein Image, ihr seid bloß fake
Jeder von euch Lookalikes wär' gern Kay
Fenster runter, Drive-By auf dich Hater bam bam
Undefined
Make half a million every year, I'm getting watched by the IRS
I'm deep inside the game while niggas still taking baby steps
Hit my
and don't be a bum
Cheer up yourself and have some fun
Know that the things that ghetto youths face
Everyday they get shot by the gun
Learn by your
Havin' a barbie by the river
With no one else around
A tropical honeymoon
Knocking a Four X down
She was standing in the water
Eating a pumpkin
up
By hookin' me up with witches
Now even Joe thinks I'm paranoid
Cause I got this odd
Sense of danger every 40 yards
So I roll with bodyguards
I swear
Forgetting all about what the past has shown
And yes, there's a border by where hearts are broken
I won't lie, I can show you that it just don't matter
When
Standing on the corner of eleventh street
Oh just a bum from country
Trying to look real neat
Haven't got a dollar , I haven't got a dime
Haven't got
operating rooms being fed by intravenus
seen as off the radar, my dark laser
will drop eight stars, and chop holes through quasars
a powerhouse, brute force
like communities of homeless bums
Sleepin' by the third rail where the A Train runs
My brain strains to lift freight trains from off the ground
When I'm
This world is my cave
And the cave molds the background
of a picture painted by you
Hey yo it's time
(Yeah it's time)
Yeah it's time
(Hey yo
five-ten, weighin one-seven-one
But if you close your eyes, swore you're gettin crushed by a bum
Be like "oh Nelly, can I call you Mr. Hanes?"
Whichever one
(Oh-oh-oh) Schwarz-weiß, müssen Farben zähl'n
(Oh-oh-oh) Jeden Tag auf Haze
Fick den Staat so wie Pablo E
Meine Jungs leben Day by Day (oh-oh-oh; ey)
a vavamuffin historie tutaj bracie teraz opowiada, bum!
To jest historia polskiego reggae massive
Pablopavo nawija tu do Ciebie jak Anonim Gall
To jest historia
come true with you
oooh ooh ohh ooh ooh ooh
I smell the wine on your press
Then you turn around and wine by yourself for me
You gaht me trying to resist
The girl they call Jeannie
Looks like Mussolini
She's rat-a*sed and out on the pull
And there on the dance floor by the light of the jukebox
She
Szybko wyłapałem z eteru kilka z bitem chwil
Nigdy nie zapomnę jakie dla mnie to było ważne
Przez większość niezrozumiały słuchaj uważnie
Yo! Bum Rush
I prayed for height, but they gave me width
The apple of my mother's eye even if they convict
The rudest unemployed apartment wrecking bum with
nobodys gonna give up nothing
if not by accident
so hey hey hey halleluja, anyway
hey hey hey,...yeah yeah yeah
something a little brighter must be
industry
I grab myself by the neck
That ain't what it's supposed to be
But I can't handle more shit than any other
So I seek for peace under others
respond to drum fills
And fill bars the way drunks chill
To bad beer I adhere like bums will to park benches
Until my fronts ill then
I'm a Pearl Jammin'
slow on a flow, on the Boss c.d
By now you should know, better than to run your mouth
Remember in Garden City, when Chris knocked your ass out
For
up your bum
yeah well you took from what do you know
about the serpertine of snake
it's like a pin through your asshole
you must not lie this is not
got by
With dreams of kicking court-side
With a ride or die that's my girl
Introduce you to my world that's hostile
Show you how we did it
When we was
a cheap nigga
Live by my means
Fake it til you make it never been an option
I lie in the sand before I be a fronter
I'm just being honest no cap
Catch
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