Lyrics:
Aquafina
Taller than Martin but she my Gina
Shordy fed up in the car like Tina
On my back like she Cena
Talking that shit put that shit in a Book she
like jalapeños
Riding round with this Nina keep it close like Pam and Gina
You don't want no problems with us na, na Hit ya block and return with fire
like the market
Y’all niggas y’all some jokes
I might just start calling y’all martin HA HA
But ya bitch be my GINA
She the baddest bitch, think i might
brother, you threw me in the Mud brother, but it's bool
I gotta play it smooth
Heard that nigga he got popped, he wasn't playin' By the rules
Follow through
the jungle, no water there for two weeks
Many dead that we walked by and thugs hiding in the trees
We made it to the border
I jumped and I was detained
Żal płacz strach krzyk
Jeden litr wódki za jeden litr krwi
Masz czas znajdź by
Pobiec na cmentarz i zapalić znicz
Żal płacz strach krzyk
Jeden litr
and now i know what i gotta do
My time is spent on planning my future
Be by my side and work hard with me than i salute you
But i guess stay up late
Błysk skalpela made in china
I już budzi się ex psina
W lustro kuka „co to co"
Skoczył i się zagryzł bo
Tak giną patryioty
Wierne psy uległe koty
Tak giną
Yeah, yeah
Hopped out diva, head like Gina, mix Margarita, yeah, yeah
Check like FEMA, whip John Cena, white lil' creeper, yeah, yeah
Hot like
"Then why the hell you with me huh? Why the fuck you with me?
Whatchu think I need you, you think I need THIS shit?!"
[Chorus: Gina Thompson]
hitched a ride to misery
Mr. Whirly had a catastrophic incident
He fell into the city by the bay
He liquidated his estate
Now he sleeps upon the Haight
Martin
Droolin' over Gina
If I had the opportunity I'd turn her out
Like Tina but not like Ike
I'd take a much different approach
Roll in a river 'til she
with the ol-wu-wopte
'Til I got flashed by the paparazzi ('razzi)
Damn, these niggas got me
I hate these niggas more than the Nazi
As I recall, I
i ty
Nie miałam pod sukienką prawie nic
Poeci giną od krwawiących serc
Jestem jagodą rozdeptaną lecz
Życie za krótkie ciut jest za krótkie
By grać
with the ol-wu-wopte
'Til I got flashed by the paparazzi ('razzi)
Damn, these niggas got me
I hate these niggas more than the Nazi
As I recall, I
know who I am
I'm that main man Martin, now you're kicking out Pam
Just riding 'round with my Gina in that all-black Beamer
All the way from Maryland
Gina, Tommy
Pussy is a weapon and my hoes think I'm Simon
And Simon say go and get my motherfucking money
Young mula bitch, tell them hoes, take their
to people, battling they want to steal I
Pick my armor up and put my spears down
She's my number one, the only one I wanna stay by her side
So I need
Tryna please these niggas, shit gon' probably wear me out
Drive me crazy, I've been by myself lately
Forty on my belt lately, I don't need no help
Martin you're my Gina
Baby you know that I need ya, yeah yeah
I'm so excited to be yours
Holdin' you close, holdin' you tight,
Cause I know by the end
nie wiem jak to jest
I nie znam takich słów by opisać sens
I giną tłumy no to nic
A jedna śmierć jest zawsze stratą
Gdzie jest Bóg bo chyba dziś sam
You getting prepped at the beauty shop, Gina's Salon
Ooh, she got a body that you wanna see
Ooh, she got the stares from the wanna be's
And ooh
w eter i wiem że wygram
Na tych osiedlach wpadamy we własne sidła
Na tych osiedlach tu giną samochody
A pierdolone psy ciągle zbierają dowody
Na tych
knew this chick named Gina drove a royal blue beamer
Holdin' 2 chrome ninas fucking baby like Nadina
Wore corn braids, I used to hit it back in the days
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