Lyrics:
weeks
To unpack the trunk n' fill those leaks ah
Crave by my self, the introvert
Said I'm well rounded social but haven't heard
The things going on in
Yea yea
No matter what I got I'll always recollect that I got it on the Shaw
Where the hustle don't stop take no days off always gotta stick um with
Desde puto a kota sempre disse
Para eu ter cuidado com as serpentes
Não espero ninguém, não peço nada a ninguém
Boy dou a minha pedra tipo um
home from here
And if I fall off track
Um, what was it?
Um, it was, track
No (it was)
Track (yeah)
Track, no, sorry
Track, yeah, yeah, yeah
Boop-boop-a-doop, boop-boop-a-doop!
I wanna be loved by you, just you
And nobody else but you
I wanna be loved by you, alone!
Aa-ah-um! Boop-boop-a-doop!
look good today"
But what about yesterday? Like
What are you talking about?
"Oh, you look real nice today" (Nah, yeah)
There's only one day, by the way
incenso ligado
“Canetando” com os braços riscados, ouvindo um beat “by NuReginaldo”
Estava doente quando deixei a música de lado
E para a doença não tem
acha engraçado se fizer uma piada racista
E dependendo do ambiente é assim
Rashid o artista ou só mais um pardim?
Em vista a quantos iguais a mim
Não
diferente do resto
Não é à toa que eu um gajo dá flex
Entrei na corrida, foi step by step
E (yeah) baby dança comigo (yeah)
Já sabes que we don't gossip,
Brisa Star (e-e-e-ei)
E-e-e-ei
O-o-o-oh
Coração 'tava de stand by
Eu prometi não me envolver mais
A minha meta era beijar sem se apegar
Days go slow
Time just passes by
But not one day has gone
Without you on my mind
And all the art that draws you
Though I hate painted lines
I'd fall
radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt
I was off by three, but I still won
Pushe meine Gegend, Blut gegen Blut 2
Junge pass auf, das hier ist 'n Drive By
Pushe meine Gegend, Blut gegen Blut 2
Junge pass auf, das hier ist 'n
wide awake (awake)
And I wanna stop by (come on over)
So can you get up and get out of the bed?
'Cause I wanna see you
And I've been wonderin'
Can
tombaram:
Carlos Augusto Barroso, 19 anos, morto por esmagamento de crânio.
William Fernandes Leite, 22 anos, morto com um tiro no pescoço.
Valmir Freitas
what
You would call her
And her father died for Allah
And she took her shahadah
By product lifting her god up
Her sister was Beanie
And my brother was
grip thee
Pick me started with the finger now I'm fisting
Legit see demons winning by a deficit
Why quit manifest my fuck'n goals from a wish
While I
I know you suckas know
Yea Our names been ringing bells
I know they pissed off it's time to give um hell
Know it's crunch time
Yea i Smoke it by
composition by: @realjuggnxndes
prod by: @dexjetski_/@jetskirecords
mix and master by: @dexjetski_/@jetskirecords
art by @apxlloshawty
na latinha
testa, tô sem compromisso
Essa mina querendo jogar no paredão
OKAY !
(RUBY AX)
Bitch, aye…
É o RUBY, aye…
É o RUBY tá longe de aço
Eu quero um
- VERSO (by tROGLOBIO MC)
No primeiro Cypher já matei com 16 barras
Mano virei rei não errei rappers
Na minha mira é lei
Avisem nesses caras vim
The end of the world
Is coming soon, I know
So that's why, I keep it cool
All by my self (all by my self)
Yeah I'm feelin' fucked up
I'm feelin'
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
pull triggers, I've been Jumped, I've been ganged
I've been shamed by niggas doing the same thang
I maintained, I'm lonely, I'm Fontaine
I'm right brain,
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