Lyrics:
pra mim
BY, aye, yeah !
Zi’, olha o que eu faço pra mim, uh
Olha o meu KNB, uh !
Zi’, olha o que eu faço pra mim
OKAY !
Vc gostou do meu wri’?, yeah
Nigga, come on, nigga, yeah
Take it to the house
Yeah, yeah, yeah Dub see, 40 Widah
D-Shot
I know ya in the movies and ya pager's goin' off
Ah fuck it
Ah y'all got your nigga e-40 in this motherfucker
I buzz I put a step in
Kickin it in the fac house motherfucker
Ay, g-nut, spice,
by the Woos
He woulda got away if he pulled his pants up
I hold that boy for ransom (Grrt)
I pour a four in my Fanta
Is you with it or not? (Nah)
Gun
keep 'em up
I go chemo, givе you cancer
Stupid dizzy, you a dancer
Dummy got got by the woos
Would have got away
If he pulled his pants up
I hold that
rohibdan domlagacha
Terroristu ateistu aqlliyu tom lagacha
Qolishadi bari ketimdan yomonlangancha
20
Ko'cha bolasimas, ota ona bolasi bo'ladi
21
Hamma
wadu yin[00:40.64]Cha before the sun rise uh[00:45.29]Am out off ma bed thinking about nyanpanda nyanpanda[00:50.34]Nyance piondi jal gud
glaubt[00:14.15]Ich bin usem Chreis, du bisch nur en Lauch[00:16.88]In huut änge Leggings schminksch dich wie e Frau[00:19.54]Bin cool und gäge fagots. Ich stich i
"abel" catch me on the Weeknds
Monday beefin, he gone by the week's end
Now his bitch do not got him to depend
Back to the block now his brother'nem deep
Gangster Red, whats up yo?
It's a Tribe thing
Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente
See a gang, no there ain't no jugete
Rollin like
Gangster Red, whats up yo?
It's a Tribe thing
Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente
See a gang, no there ain't no jugete
Rollin like
Open up my bag and you'll see all my money bands
Pull up on the block I might just pop him like a xan
I always stay rollin with a .40 in my hand
How
sh**,
Got some new haters) ] 2x
Chorus:
New phone,
Who this ?
New Bag,
New b****
I ran it up by myself
Ain’t no1, give me sh*t
When I was down in my
I got a lot on my mind, yeah
Cha Ching ahhh
I been thinking too much
I got a lot on my mind, yeah (On the beat that's Dj Dixon; the beat go dumb, go
priceless nigga
You understand me? Either you wit us, or you ain't wit us
Either you in the huddle or ya out da huddle
Either you ride or pass and fly by
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
crowds gettin' smashed by da barracades.Red
an Blue be muggin' on both side 3-Ward niggas talkin' bout take it out side.An
them muthafuckin' GD's they got
mouth shut forty seven sprayed
Prepare for the outcome and pray for my prey
Then we getting shotty kill a biting nigga with young gotti
Then we eat
lui quando l'amor divino
1. 40 mosse di prima quelle cose belle;
1. 41 sì ch'a bene sperar m'era cagione
1. 42 di quella fiera a la gaetta
If a man got his own pad
And whether he want forty-karat
He gonna have to do that there, prove yourself
The greed words, you had that there
What
Bell-Bell-Bellisle
Bellisle be Bellisle
(Here in Detriot)
Now Wes Chill you know we go way back
Kid Rock I remember guzzlin 40's in your ford track
Yeah Wes
the blues
Can't be no baller if your a hoe tryin to slang yah-yo
Smart tymer thought I'm the one tryin to see their neck broke
Flip by Calliope
Fo-fo's
Hurrah
I got family switching teams
And partners switching on da code
I'm just tryna keep my sanity and soul
I'm just tryna get by
I be stressing
Bout these
Nigga, come on, nigga, yeah
Take it to the house
Yeah, yeah, yeah Dub C, 40 Widah
D-Shot
I know ya in the movies and ya pager's goin' off
You got
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