Lyrics:
route Okay
Rêve de virée nocturne Okay
Style Los Santos et Trevor Okay
Veski les cactus et vide cette teille
J'vois un UFO sur la route Okay
Rêve de virée
part
Or just kick back and chill till I play my cards.
Okay I'm back, sit back and listen
First album platinum plaques now watch it glisten
I said it all before
The flow is so butter, you can spread it on your toast
When I send this out to Los', he gon' say this shit is banging (why it's
subterraneous and the oceans risen
Lo and behold Def-i & Lo will go to the finish
Rowing a boat towards the dreamscape's stream way
Speed race by the sea bay
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
That the draft board didn't discover
They're either too young or too old
They're either too grey or too grassy green
The pickings are poor
pić
Wóda wraca wspomnienia mi
Wiesz ile znaczy tu szansa gdy się ma nic
Fortuna nie raz uchylała do nieba drzwi
By u progu mi nimi nagle zajebać w pysk
lo' and behold
While you waitin' for the poetical Satan
Creatin' slaughters
Runnin' thru camps like Walter Payton
I snatch ya breath
And bust 'til
girls just bear hugs raised
By wolves only understood the leg work
Rock bottom to top bottom all you got to do
Is choose which way you wanna end up
Grey dry
Long nights
I was so tired
I was so so tired
Saw no turning back
I saw just some broken Bratzs
With you by my side
Fake dopamine down my hat
Piacere, il mio nome Gian Pogi, di cosi fighi ce ne stanno pochi
Piacere mio, per son po' kadiri
Ay ay, ikaw na, ba bini
Woah Woah, by the way, sei
on the motherfucking trend in this city of fucking trent
I don't give a fuck about chances just wanna live by fucking causes
Many peps live in clauses it's so
volverse loco
Quedo hasta mañana
Sino es con tu prima es con tu hermana
Yo quiero que me hagan una cubana
Me da lo mismo china que americana
Déjate de
the F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
Your patience I personally admire
'Cause I started out a player now I'm 'bout to have my jersey retired, for real
Girl, I'd trade
That the draft board didn't discover
They're either too young or too old
They're either too grey or too grassy green
The pickings are poor
Yes
At the start of the new jiggyness
With the Trackmasters
Camp Lo and
Willie
Gon' give it to ya
Know what I mean
Lot of macoronis
within.
The passing cloud, sings
and it gets lost in the indigo
in the distance leaves the echo of a gray murmur
that has your essence
See,
time goes by
Out in every states and they all know my name
Weeks of being surrounded
But I've never felt so lonely
Everybody cares around me
The album out, deep
Schwöre, Rap ist gestorben!
Aber wir sind dabei unser Album zu formen!
Rotze die Parts und inhaltlich ist es über euren trällern!
("Leleleee")
Schaff
than Kane (uh)
Storms follow by rainbows no Six Vegas come armored like halo
Had women like J-Lo, (J-Lo)
I dance with the devil I'm leading the tango
the credit's
Swervin' in a Chevy
Ready to land them hollow points
I'm coming for that fetti, fetti
I hate to disappoint
Just lace me down in grey and black
That the draft board didn't discover
They're either too young or too old
They're either too grey or too grassy green
The pickings are poor
No necesito nada, ya soy poderoso
Lo tengo todo si eres curioso
Jugar commigo es algo peligroso
Solo estoy siendo generoso
Usted sabe que somos
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