Lyrics:
sum dark ass tint
Nigga broke as fuck and his hoodie covered in sum lint
Bitch I dont wanna fuck like can't you take a hint
Ima my own person change da
at me den
No trick daddy
Let her slip n slide on in
Big D.A.W.G.
That's just by appearance
Bump that
Tell ha what she wanna hear
Dip low grab toes
Drunk
down ah did it
Nd u knw just how ah like it wen u suck ma penis
Am going all in
Am going all hard
Fucking in da Morning
Ah make u cum hard
Baby don't u
I told him do something
150 for the boss
I gave him two something
I ain’t tryna fuck you by yourself
I’m tryna crew something
He tried to hide
Stuffed a trace in this wood got me to throwed Gotta keep that stick on your side that's da
street code Can't let them niggas catch me like I got big
the street to behold
i'm getting all the money and the fame and the gold
i tell em to take cover 'cause the boy is about to blow
i go by the name seems you
Go!
Kioku no hashi ni nokoru sono gensoo [In the end, memory remains that illusion]
(It's coming down)
Soshite soko ni aritsuzukeru [And there it
of spittin' bull
It's ill flow for the elements
608 soldiers bring it on, report to the redgiment
Da shit is evident, we never hesitant
We drill
a dealership
Slant-nose Porche with the whole damn kit
Slanging more keys than the older players
D.A. was on my dick but a real nigga didn't care
They kicked in
"And I'm hittin' 'em hard"
"Da Band 'Bad Boy This And Bad Boy That"
I'm still capicu still sucka free
Comin' through with a little company
Now
Yeah, ah, oh, shit!
Das Racist! Ha! That's ridiculous!
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen,
chiddle
This nigga doin the solo shit
About to blid up
[Chorus: X2]
This how it go down, millennium child
Underground to Da Heavens, the Hell Razah
Simi yo
Twice style bring it foul to ya life style
Floss in my neck of (Yo!) da woods (Yo!) I put your lights out (Yo!)
I throw my grees high,
Red
Naar vinteren tar bitter fart
Og steiner sprekker I frostklar natt
Ved svarte tjern under naken li
Da er villmarken vond aa ferdes I
Vi befarer
"tear da club up"
There's no way to describe how tash'll fuck yo' mug up
Chorus: lv
Movin around from coast to coast, money ain't no joke
We're havin it
butt 'cause yo she ain't tall,
But you would say fuck her when you saw the bitch walk,
Ass hanging out by the pawn,
And that's another reason why
of a lovely, lovely day
And did you ever get the blues and think they'd never go away
And then your buy this big, fat who-da-dude who just stopped by to say
Wake up in da morning I got sleep in my eyesi feel badnobody gives a dawn about a black brotherthere´s no other like my motherwe speak everyday not
the world Japan to Amsterdam
Spins around the world expandin' that's the plan
Radio Scoe with da radio flow
Rakin' in the dough, blazin' drough
What I
say "quack"
And fish go "blub"
And the seal goes "ow ow ow"
But there's one sound
That no one knows
What does the fox say?
Starin' out my hotel window
Half a million strangers walkin' by
With half a million different stories
Where they're goin', what they've left
you be grillin' ya boy Jibbs be chillin'
I'm tryin' to make me some millions put chandeliers in da ceiling
Do it big I'm tryin' to get more on my
And everyone I know says I'm taking my chances
Cruising through Oakland, bumping Sage Francis?
San Jose rappers say they don't want to hear
Angry emo raps by
Skurwysyństwo ścina z nóg że nie da się wstać
A rap wziął ode mnie już więcej niż mogłem mu dać
Ciągnął mnie przed siebie ten dziwny blask
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