Lyrics:
los pies y la cabeza
Y por eso eso estoy en Forbes y en la F.I.F.A
Y por eso to los homies se la rifan
Las paro todas
Con las manos, con los pies y la
A G
VIVER OU FICAR DEITADO
D A G
ANDAR OU FICAR PARADO
D A G A
O RESULTADO DE TUDO SÓ O TEMPO VAI DIZER
F G
NÃO CONTEI MINHAS ESCOLHAS
F
PERBEDAAN JARAK
INTRO :
C Am G F
Kasih kau pergi tinggalkan luka dihati
C
Oh my god, nechápou že nemám strach
Oh my god, já chci love já chci guap
Oh my god, svobodu chci nechci job
Oh my god, f*ck off krysy f*ck off rats
Im not gon' do that
F*****g that b***h then I move back
I got your shawty, she shoot that
I just pulled up in a new cat
Yeah
And that new cat? Yeah
no game
For I, it's no game
For I, it's no game
It's my Bread of Life
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey
Awa f'ebun yi sere, Awa f'ebun yi sere
Awa
ça que j'aime
La ligne est mince entre
La passion et la haine
Donc va pas chercher à me mêler à tous tes problèmes
F.I.
(Débarque en ULM)
N.I
through, so let me spell it out
A-B-C-D-E, F-U
And your mom and your sister and your job
And your broke-ass car and that shit you call art
Fuck you and your
Yeeah Yeah
Aye
Yeah
(Duality)
I like to f**** while I 'm drunk
I like to hit while I'm lit
On my belligerent sh*t
Nobody f****** on you better than
jumpin' (Nah)
We see an opp we gon' jump him (We are)
F's with me, you better jump in (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Heart (Heart)
Pumpin' (Pumpin')
Them niggas know how
of situation that we can’t even act cool
Cause these love letters
These broken promises
They just gon f**k with us
How the f**k im supposed to just keep it
I've got a one way ticket
To this lifestyle I’ve got
If you don’t like it then b***h lick it
You know, you ain’t this f**k’in hot
I don’t where
I'm tryna f*** tonight
Tell her pour some more
Cutie with the juicy shorts
Ima play her like a sport
Ballin' hard home court
I told her
Sippin' on some
M-U-L-A!
B*tch and I’m the house bored
Fresh than a mother f*cker in the house I’m bored
Crib so clean I ain’t even got chores
And I ain’t going
Zehn Uhr morgens, alle Jungs sind am Bauen, packen Neongrün ins Paper, vor den Bullen abhauen - Wir sind asoziale Jungs, immer raus, und wir f
ahh
We can f*** around, ahh
Make all sorts of sounds, ahhh
I'm gon f*** yo b**** (oh yeah) (x3)
I'm gon f*** yo b****
It's like this and like that
I cant do this again
F*ck her then f*ck her again
I already know like two-two hoes
F*ck her and her friend
I gotta keep like two-two poles on this
fold
Mind blown time gone I’m ready to shine homies
Flying to your city get right in your time zone
Knock knock, Hi honey I’m home
F.L.A. home
much sauce on me
I got h*es after h*es that wanna f*ck on me (yo i just f*ck a ugly b*tch damn)
Drip drip drip too much sauce on me
Oh my god ,I got
Chorus:
Go E. F. B.
Like Geechie and Nitty
Nigga wanna battle me
Shit I'm Smacking him silly
Straight jab Sugar Ray
Punch lines for
Call em
Call em
Call em
It’s f****** lit
Yeah we have some fun and we make money
I just kidding on em they open wallets
You was up
And now you're
Still mixing it up in the STU
Writing these recipes which...
Will make me go down
In MOTHER F**KIN history!
My life is a little confusing
Times are
the worst that can happen?
If this could last forever?
Tell me what's the worst that can happen?
If I told you I love you
Cause girl I f*****g love you
Girl
Am Em
Пока природа спит ещё,
Am Em
Мне надо открывать глаза.
F Dm
Закинув хуй через плечо,
F G
Я хмур и страшен как гроза.
Am Em
Не нахожу я в этом
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