Lyrics:
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Discipline, discipline
J'arrive comme pupupup-pudup-pup-pudup-pup (yeah)
Devine qui vient d'sortir l'album de l'année (hey)
J'ai passé 2018 en
a frisbee
[Chorus: V.I.C.]
[Pitbull]
I don't play no games, but silly
And if you disrespect
Say hi to the 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 milli
Get peeled like
forty-five hundred
Love it leave it, lose it I'ma keep it
I'm ade it in this rap game, cause I cheated
I told my genie, make my albums sell
She said you
I'll drag your ass for four blocks
Dunk your head in Clorox, use your dreads for my floor mop
Gay or straight, my Papermate'll do a date rape
Zee
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
on anybody who ever tried to front on me
With so much personality, what do you want from me?
I could be by myself and enjoy the company
My life, this year, my
Games
The time to adapt to this new phase,
This new album gonna cause flames
Can't take the heat? Get out my lane
(Verse 1)
Ok, I'll admit, lately Iv
it?
Oh no, man
I'm cueing up the fourth album now, his final one
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four, listen
Look into my eyes
Tell me
records
No more than four minutes and some seconds
The competition checks and checks and keeps checking
They take the album, take it home, and start
gonna give ya twenty-thousand dollars
Which is approximately four times the cost
Of the average rock and roll
Album to manufacture and, uh
You're going
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
champagne faire des bulles
J'ai le mort d'un pitbull, han
T'inquiète, j'les laisse parler, tous tes gars sont parés
Personne va t'épargner, fais pas
shot the rock, sure shot, shot for sure
But I'm secure, no security, killa keep glocks and fours
Plus blocks of raw, probably popped your whore
But I'm
pounds of back bacon
Three French toast
Two turtlenecks
And a beer, in a tree
Beauty, eh?
Where'd you learn to do that?
Uh, albums
Boy, so, like,
dog god
cross ya heart foo, and hope to die
cause you will die when you crucify
cause i gots frisco all sewed up
pitbulls in a bunch hidin in the cuts
This album too hard
Hundred thousand at large
I'm expecting to sell, yeah
Drip too hard
While the rain got you caught
I be busting like hail
It's-it's-it's-it's D-Dash (squad)
I need a healthy free bag (brr)
Diamonds playing freeze tag (brr)
Pussy nigga I bleed swag (squa)
Shout to Reese,
Nakia
Prod by : Vibrações Cardíacas
Kisarri…. Deixaaaaaaaaa
Não adianta abrir a garganta vá lá anda
Aqui os byxos fazem os
work ethic is absurd, man
Oh yeah, is it? Really? If I was so determined
Then I'd still know how to speak a single word of German
And the album would've
pounds of back bacon
Three French toast
Two turtlenecks
And a beer, in a tree
Beauty, eh?
Where'd you learn to do that?
Uh, albums
Boy, so, like,
comportement d'fanatique, hey
J'essaie d'écouter leur album, mmh, dès que ça chante, ça dégage, hey
J'les arrête tous en plein vol, mmh, j'donnerai des crampes
traffic, éclairé par lueur des ancêtres dans les rues du Vatican je danserait le ndjobi. J’ai prévu de sortir de l album dans lequel vous découvrez le smi,
your title is seven
Takin' out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelfth well I'll go for self
Rockin' New York like no one else
You can
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