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Wickr, Wolt, máma, jelly belly, yeah
Jsem největší swagger v týhle zemi, v týhle zemi
More, jsme ready, 2L, Die Mannschaft family (Gang)
A zmrdi by chtěli
to the slaughterhouse
Before it burns us all
The sound of the screams
Behind their walls
Flesh cut by the pound
Gasoline and toss a match, ash to ash, in the ground
Pull up to the club, rock the stage, get that shit lit
Pull up to the club, rock the stage, got your bitch amazed
Niggas steady hatin' on me, bitch, I
Ej, v ruke mám Mary Jane
Everyday, money make
Iba ja a moja babe
Never stop, iba play
Poker face - all in
Moje baby sú lit
Nové Js on feet
Fullhouse
me talk
Make they no follow me play
Shitting on niggas for days
I been on different strains
Hit M's in different ways
Too lit on a different blaze
Give a fuck what I just spent
'Cause fortune favours the bold
Ain't got time for getting old
Forever I'm more lit
Never doubtin' never fold
Forever I'm
that masa masa masa
I got that masa masa masa
Turn up my song get me lit
Feeling like home in a jet
Rock my PJs with some bling bling bling
I'm in Dubai
Carry out with the recipe (yeah)
Hollywood Hills, bitch, I live by the code
That 720, a star has arose (Let’s go)
What do you see in my face when
You look
gettin' lit with you and your friends (like huh?)
This Mercedes hybrid's not a regular Benz (Bars)
This a different type of money, bitch, this cash don't
It's difficult in times like these: ideals
dreams and cherished hopes rise within us
only to be crushed by grim reality
(These are the words that
The pale moon lit a ragged passage ahead
Through crepuscular forests a creature fled
The scattered caws of pitch black crows
Their eyes reflecting
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