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oh
Pull up in a new i8
Yeah you know oh oh yeah
Yeah you know
Yeah you know
Yeah you know
Hey hey hey
Yeah you know
Gave you all my love
No I never put

the buss down shit

Shootas and killas
Pull da triggas

Bhaddie bust down
Get a 8 figure nigga

Talking out yo neck
And they know ima hitta

CEO Of bhad
Just

Oyea hay oyea hay mf mf mf yea hay
Section 8 shit
Man...Aye...
I been keeping it real
Now dey callin' me pac !
Say my bars out da steel
Lik my flow

feeling stepping out of an R8, suited up and swaggering, with all eyes on you
Might be a superficial ego boost, and money don't buy happiness, I know it's

cant be subtle
Ballin, like I, got a triple double
New whip, coupe, drifting burning rubber
19, 42, better make it double
Rari, F8, new space shuttle
No

the lies you defend
Eight deaf trumpets blowing in the wind
For the nine billion souls dead in their graves fighting wars
Cause we can't behave

And you

manzil pe hai focus
Watch out everybody kyun ke aaraha hai Chotus
Lay ke hun mein aaraha something for the smokers
Dekhna kitni yain machay gi Phase 8

stay
I'll remember you by the stains

Instead of sex on the beach oh
It's like a lager IPA
Far too bitter for my taste
Or maybe just for today

It's 8 AM

asked to change my status
From servant to a king
Her eyes rolled back when she said listen to me
Might change your chances
If you shake that Magic 8

Me wish you happy birthday
You are 17 on the 8 may
Got some many gifts you can't walk through
You just send driver, Imma find you
6 1 all the money 9

know, there ain't no losing
In the trap, bricks be moving
8am, y'all be snoozing
By 10, my pockets boomin'
10 am yeah my pockets pretty lit
Ben Frank my

five
Five, three, eight
Five and eight, thirteen
Thirteen, eight, twenty one 
Twenty one, thirteen, thirty four
Twenty one, thirty four, five five
Thirty

around eight
My daddy doesn't like you but what's he gonna say
I knew you back in grade eight
I knew you back in the day
Like oh pick me up around eight
My

Balenci the runners
Ice cold in the summer
Ya nigga really broke
That shit is a bummer
I like the i8
I don’t fuck wit the hummers.
Rico pull-up off

hoe
I'm wavy, wanna take it there I go eight mile's, I'm shady
I'm fucking going crazy, Mario boy smoking daisy
Going back to back on the beat feeling

care and I'm not bulletproof
Keep finding something new
Cause I'm five foot eight and I don't give a fuck
My silver hair said it that boy flat outta luck

8h bus, même le soir, tu t'endors
Routine
Habitudes, Jeudi soir, tu titubes
Routine
Portable, pas de notifs, famille pas de nouvelles
Routine
Et ta

f****n 8

Tryna keep up, but these haters tryna pull me down
Hater's better stay in your lane cos your not our town
Getting dubs, getting wins, is just

receipts like your first name Randall
Five foot eight but I'm two-eight-eight
Shit, who you gon handle
Ain't no shame when you run that game
Bitch, who you

every gold chain that I got
You know James always fuckin’ with a bad bitch
I keep 8 like high school classes
Heat on my side make ‘em get hot flashes

like a figure eight
All I wanna do is get it straight
How much longer do I have to wait

Can you tell me how much longer to wait oh

It feels like we're

Australia I'll go and search for gold
There's plenty there for digging up Or so I have been told
Or maybe I'll go back to me trade Eight thousand bricks I'll

lock in this Birkin
Got no shake in this bag, but she's on my dick twerking
I beat her pussy so hard that she only has eight lives left
And this weed so

L’ennemi arrive sur le tec'
L’ennemi arrive sur le tec' hein
F8-F5, redémarre
Y’a que la daronne qu’on aime hein
Visons les étoiles comme Galilée
Je suis