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I had the food that made the cats go wild
Before music, I had a booming line
Fam, ask T-Mobile
Six o'clock in the morning
I flew out, flew down
Yeah yeah
La kanti baghi tsawel
3lina nigga blach
Db jina f rap o ghadi
Nhakmo ga3ma b clash
I don't give fuck
La mazal mahamalnach
L'ZONE the gang
respect and honor
And I got plenty of that, so until sheek lou child, next l.o.x. album
And all the mtherfucking rest of the albums we do from the double
start tellin' you can
Catch 'em on the couch everyday at 4 o'clock,
Like Ellen!
Prime-time nigga, it's my time nigga,
Jacob ain't got shit to do with
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
Yeah uh, no doubt
It's Reborn tha Rebizzle
Aha uha.
No doubt
Check it now
Yo it's the REB
O to the RN
THA
R to the E
To the BIZ
ZLE
Reborn
Yeah uh, no doubt
It's Reborn tha Rebizzle
Aha uha
No doubt
Check it now
Yo it's the REB
O to the RN
THA
R to the E
To the BIZ
ZLE
Reborn Tha
Real love don't have an image
Not magic witness by havin’
Bitches or grabbin' riches
If it's about your own self-validation
You’re bound to fail
Bariga Bariga Bariga
Ladylack Bariga
To ba ni change e ma wole o
Mi ofe were laro kutu kutu Monday o
Ladylack Bariga Bariga
Wake up in the morning
A trouble maker, bitcher taker, a scorpio
Naughty by Nature, my Unit brings the Flavor
We cake up like make up, and in New York
Fuck the daily news,
Ladies and Gentlemen
You're welcome to the Bad Boys Album
By the one and only Undisputed Manager
With the vibes machine
Pan pate to the world
Omo la
they're complex
I'll tie a duck MC up and pour acid down his lyranex
Chased by Him because his was his beginning
Federal Bureau couldn't even figure
to podivně divně
Sem klidnej, mám number one album
A narvanej money back, múj team jde nahoru zvedáme cenu suck dick
A píšou mi holky do DM
O legit že by
need some goggles to taste
They ain't a G.O.A.T. like C, they ain't a G.O.A.T. like SK
Last op came out in the public eye
Broski put 'em in the sun
Won ni won fe pamiiiii
Kon ri mi shey iba fun mi baami o
I've been blеssed by you
(god) I've been blessed by you
I've been blessed by you
(god) I've
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
(I got it, yeah) this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
dead
Straight from high street, raised by the o.g.'s
Never slanged keys, but quick to drop them be's
Put 'em in the trunk and that ain't no front
'Cause
album
Then I perfected these songs in four months this is my life
And I want you to know that I live by the pen and I'll die with the pen and the pad
I am
a G-4 private jet
Bet you get more than grazed by the nine
Laid by the side
Oh you out of bullets? Here, take some of mine
And clowns hate how I lock
Alkopoligamia, która na początku
Istnienia zajmowała się produkcją ubrań
By z czasem rozszerzyć działalność
O fonografię w tekstach na solowych płytach
Najczęściej
butli półki
Sam zjaram się raz na kwartał
Przez Kubę czy Kajtka
Bo o to chodzi, by się inspirować sobą
Ale palenie jako lifestyle?
Jak ktoś pije
of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow nigga and get, P.L.O
By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother
Who got
a chance
At a glance, I'm a failure
Addicted to pushing paraphernalia
But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once
Innocence disappeared by
[Intro: Phonte (Big Pooh)]
Yo... (Hah!)
Waddup y'all? It's Phonte, I got my man Big Pooh up here with me
(Yeah!) It's about 6'o clock in the Chopp
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