Lyrics:
Denn seine Zähne sitzen schiefer als sein gottverdammtes Headset
Guck, wie ich den Lappen klatsche
Doch dropp' ich 'n Album, sagt sogar Papaplatte „Baba
a n*gga is off the nestle
Trying to avoid distractions that's why parties ain't my preference
In the cut rolling up until i'm too high to leverage
Toking
Glocks with the after-market clip in it,
On Instagram hollering, how you got hollow tips in it.
When sh* hit the fan N* clipped your man,
You got
Secret animosity the problem
Niggas scared to solve em
Ian got no opps n i put it on my momma
If you got beef wimme lil boy you don't want no drama
moving
Touring cities with my n*ggas, jackpot
We deep up in the hottest spots
Protected by the hottest shots
We in the seats where n*ggas know we top
tour bus
I make 'em ugly
Where my Paracetamol and Anadin and a crystal ball for my n-n-n-nig Labrinth
Kano, come in
Said I been gone for a hot
of sinners baby I'm a Cole album
When my album drops, niggas know it'll be a cold album
Negative energy, nigga I can't have it
When I prophesy, feeble minds
and get the money right Noooooooowewww
Gotta get it gotta get it
A whole lot of money right N oooooowwwww
Woahh let's go let's go right Nooooowwww
Let's get
know many pose a perfect picture Secretly they hoes
All that time you spent on writing it but you not Living by the code
I can't stop the cooking; album
time’ll have me flat by the life line
So I’m like fine
Got a bottle of the white wine
Coming live from the middle of the night time
Full cup but I find it
Alleen als de lichten rood zijn leun ik achterover
Jij hebt nog geen deuk geslagen in 'n pakje boter
Album 1, ik doe mijzelf net met 'n bak belonen
Ooit
Artist: Flesh-N-Bone f/ Big Punisher, Fat Joe
Album: T.H.U.G.S. (Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls)
Song: No Mercy
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, real
can't fuck wit I
I make a million by June I'm sayin fuck July
N I beg you to try me while I'm holdin a tommie
Ima have you're body all ova the lobby
I
And you ain't got nothing to say (what!)
Well it's album number two right (yeah)
So you gotta let 'em know (that's right)
So do your thing (yeah)
Take
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
Tryna play and the K spray
It's equipped with the beam
All you rap niggas
Full of cap
My shit better than most
And I don't even rap
Hidden Gem album
open
I don't know how I got the gift I'm chosen
Making all these songs na I won't stop flowing
Still got big dreams big house by the ocean
Still I'm
You can’t hurt me sucka
Cuz every single lil thing hurts me sucka
Tough luck if you tryna fuck with mee
I'm paper thin bullet proof
Go on try n shoot
car
Slide in, Slide out
Lyrics By: Mr N
Song By: Mr N
Composition By: Mr N
Distribution by: Soundrop
never gonna move out of Jacksonville
I'm livin' in fuckin' Hollywood"
Hmm, you know this is my first, uh, rock slash rap album
So, it's kind of new for
(c'mon) if you see me on the block holdin
(what nigga) if you see me rollin by
Remember that chu don't know me
(you don't know me)
If you see me in
I used to work at carmax
I drove every car in your parking lot
What the fuck is that, you got to move
You in my parking spot
Made the album in
spin around, I'm the new kid in town
Yeah it's coming soldier,
April the month it's over
Yeah your run is over
The album is done I told you
What
I'm down with
'Til I replied, "the Navy Seals outfit"
They told me my album was coconuts so they rewound it
I knew they was hypnoholics by how
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