Lyrics:
and stay low
I twist more caps than the 40 oco
Bitches know, could tell by the look on the thug face
The way they play it in the club, it ain't safe
it
Into one form have a common goal
When I'm bombing soul on this track
Everybody knows my spirt comes intact
Never um post hande or should I say
done me wrong, hold up
So I got mad and I called the tow truck
And it ended up costin' you 454 bucks
But um, you should of never yelled like that
And you
Flamingo-Style
Pimp for life, Player, mich wollen Weiber küssen
Ich mach Seitensprünge wie dein Bodyguard bei Sniperschüssen von Drive-By-Schützen
Die ich auf
outfits if a nigga talking shit knock um out quick stomp a whole in his ass then we out bitch damn nigga fucked up my new shoes blood on my shirt damn that
Typ, der letztes Jahr mehr als ein Fußballstar verdient hat
Heut fragt Kool Savas nach Features, nur um sagen zu können
Dass er die Nummer eins kennt
Written by: P Bailey
I want to work in my love can you feel it Can you see it baby It's just the way that it's done,
Don't hide it...justify it
a magazine photo shoot
You can see, already in love with a beauty queen
Ambie Smith, that's her name
Always by me when I'm after fame
But I'm not now, no I'm
Sexually transmitted but wrose than any STD
This one meant death was well, um gauranteed
Time is what decided between the inevitability
Back then you only
Roll on the song and um, this beat's blasting
In radios, parks, clothes emporiums
House speakers and school auditorium
You can tell by the new def Fila's
hardly
Heavy on the Bob, fix it with the Marley
Rastafar-i, revize see
Rastastar, wisdom guidance and protection
Guided by the light of perfection
Next um
Blick wia Morbus Kitahara
dini Crew bestoht us lita Rapper, mini Crew bestoht us Literata
reisa um da Globus mit da Barda
i bin vu dem Qwan Ki Do-Bambino
my dream
As the world keep turning
Always say what I mean
And what about my dreams? City of the angels
Rescued by a man who is no angel
And who's
Ghetto mit
Dem Finger am Lauf
Ich zünd' per Knopfdruck und lauf
Und randalier' mit Gewalt
Es geht um Goldbarren und
'ner Platinkette am Hals
Ich bin der
dienen
Um Leben zu atmen
Das hat keinen Sinn
Du bist ein Mensch
Darauf steht der Tod
Du bist kein Mensch
Satanische Endlösung!
Nur auserwählte Krieger
on this plane.
Hello? (Hello where are you?) Can you call back after nine?
Hello? (Hello where are you?) Oh, by the way... I’m fine.
Plane or train, let it
by myself an i be rolling
Fish bowl on the whip
Face card good
Pockets fat af an the swollen
This me at your door aint bo catfishing Send shooters
Niggas turned on in the game
Leavin' 'em dead
I play by the rules, niggas is playin' chess
With the same mindset
I'm livin' with no regrets
I found out
on this like Trident
(Kind of what?) Kind of hard to swallow ain't it?
If you can't get the picture then let me paint it
Now, um, you're just a scrub
Baby
Ooh baby
Baby, baby
Ooh, um baby
Oh, baby
We need to, umm (baby)
Talk about where we're taking this thing
How far we're gonna let this
by a thread
One more time before I go
One more night before I know
And if you see me in the evening
You're bound to see me out of my head
the real story
(Stop Bhad Bhabie)
Finally reached out to my dad
We met at the mall on some other shit
Pissed off by his tattoos 'cause they had
Drive-By und fahre dich um
Party, na und?
Ich warte im Sumpf
Schubs mich nicht, weil ich am Abgrund stehe
Ich frühstücke in der Apotheke
Schubs mich
Baby
Ooh baby
Baby, baby
Ooh, um baby
Oh, baby
We need to, umm (baby)
Talk about where we're taking this thing
How far we're gonna let this
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