Lyrics:
plot é q na rua
O pips esquece de quem é o mic
O twist é que pa lua
A 5a vai em speed light
Refrão
Eu só vim buscar aquilo que é nosso
Não perco tempo
unkind
My best lyrics for my next album I'm still trying to find
So if you don't know my name yet
It's Jesus with the three before the E
Don't know how
say, "Fuck all your Q and A's"
Stood on my own twos, they ain't on my level
My E and my Q
I put the G in the Q
Bitch, I'm a G and I'm cute
Parlay
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album
stayed on the raps 'til we made it on the map
By then, No I was my main guy
He and I was like Chi-town's Gang Starr
We had came far together, with a long
[Verse 1]
My, first album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Many years on this professional level
Why would
who's playin'
This new album produced by Swizz Beats, Pharrell, and Timbaland
Correction again, this album is executive produced by the Dragon, Pharrell
mistreat e-m.
Strap on the boots, to see how far I can get-e-m.
The need for the light, cause all I really know is dreaming.
Fresh off the track, T1C3 is
somethin', huh?
How come they never cross over to us, huh?
I never seen five niggas on Elvis Presley's album cover
all live in a Jar sim
That was made by him
And his four limbs
[Chorus]
Beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten
Oh yeah, did I mention,
E wo won
E wo won
E wo won bo she wo wa
E wo won
E wo won
E wo won bo she wo wa
Ehen
Why you too dey rap like mumu (Ehen)
Why you too dey rap like
you ain't on yo p's and q's
You gone wind up in the e's and r's
I got a chain that a stop you from seeing
Quad-b is untouchable like the statues
You your daddy's son, yo, first I hear the beat
I-I get- trap-a-holics mixtape
I'm a real big baller cause I-
Like a light show making big money
on perkies, she on molly
Sippin' on dirty, smokin' on Cali
Big Rolls Royce, no Maseratis
I'm 'bout to pull out that V12, I'mma shit on these niggas like
a Ivan e ad Alteria per avere impreziosito l’album con la loro presenza
suonano
Disgui - voce, chitarre, basso e programmazione tastiere
Chuck Sabo -
e Danilo
Estão na minha back mano
Sejam todos bem-vindos
Para o Cypher de São Paulo ?
- VERSO (by. V-Raptor)
Hey V-Raptor
O Filho da Lenda!
Entrei
- VERSO (by mascote do AV)
Mascote do AV
Yeh, Alvalade é o block Ma Nigga
Nx é o F#ckGang
Acho que o meu nervo ficou inquieto
Obrigando a pôr fora
And realize everything u learned was from them
We all got the light but the life so
Dim
How can u be a lover in a world so grim
L-i-v-e e-v-i-l we all live evil
os pela acha q é requinte
Vai pra vala achando
quem fexo? Vários mano
vários maluco
nave é nossa vagabundo!
formiga vp1:
por mais que a gente
tô tramando o fim
E o mel
Que escorre, da sua pussy
E vem pra mim
Já fui réu
Mas hoje
Eu virei lenda aqui!
E ela pede
Louis V na bag
Viu nois é 4real
kid
Now e'rybody wanna spit 16
And live the glamorous life on the T.V. screen
But it ain't that easy, y'all rappers cheesy
I can't leave rap alone my
off the lot
She wanna, she wanna turn up wherever we a(R)e
All of the (Q)t's come play in the dark
Fuckin' a (P)(O), but I don't got charges
All of my
of the city I’m pretty high
I’m sky scraping, surrounded by all of these pretty lights
My breathing is fucking tweaking, I’m wheezing I’m really hype
Warm tears
lookin' for trouble it be finding me
Try turning the other cheek
I understand but never mind that
Yes Sir guess the light is getting dim
At the end
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