Lyrics:
de shims da si ni
What doesn't kill a man makes him stronger
So many times wey be say ghetto boy go sleep with hunger
Sometimes I Dey reason say
There's one thing in life that I'll never get
Why I got a girl, and they still on my dick
They call me a singer, but I really spit
If you feeling
wants to give me kitty, I put her up in doggie
Man, she tastin' like some waffles with the syrup
Once they soggy, she can only ride with me
If that ass
check
Know man say I must be perfect
But baby I be righteous
They keep putting in work Yea
They keep tryna divide us
Yea bring the heat tho
We consume
Puba gots that shit that hits in every ghetto
Straight from New York, L.A. to ____
Honey, there's no need to hunt
Whatever you want, just make sure
mean you the mamacita I've been dying to meet
beautiful in a day in July and May
last summer at the puerto rican day parade
I said "mida chica, que te
tune
Or change your pitch
Because life ain't easy man
Life's a bitch
Shit is harder than hard
About as hard can get
Keep on going were you're
ghetto every hood time to make it understand
Now sing sing it
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
And y'all don't understand what happened with my mans and them
blazing, I got work late
My dogs hit it off, bitch vatos get sprayed
Watch the caile, these some pit fights
You get covered in beams by some infared murder
Handed down from fathers to sons
Was the hatred of weakness and the love of guns
A talk of peace but not in our time
To save our souls and stop
never ran
Let demons and sin win
Disowned by my own kin
Since I was born lord
Knows I was broken
Soaked in by the tears of my own demise
I can never
through my life so struggling and new to me man
I lost family after family, sittin lonely in my zone
The only way I express myself is when I'm doing these
[First Verse]
Nobody want to fuck with a ghetto bastard
Except for the pastor
With a long criminal record of harassment on lil' girls
In the real
east)
Akae kreya ko queens
Slay green ya ma kulu
Had to get it by any means
Shirtless ko Maunde nkari ke De ja vu en ke tsweri be
I been in the trap
Tru's comin' to get you fools
And these ghetto blues done had us faded too long
And the ballers that's flossin' in they rides
Gon' be bumpin' to our songs
stab oh
The wrong bar the wrong night
Nello
She puts roofies in your drink eeyh
You’re blinded by the twerking the Kpetou
You sleeping like baby, She
now
They don't wanna see another black man win
They don't wanna see another nigga from the ghetto really try and get it
Man I seen it with my own
the asphault tumblin
Trips felt, niggaz paid the bank off are mumblin
When I'm comin in, couldn't see all my pain
Some are drained by the struggle, others have
The sun heats above
And the royal palm enlights us
With the pride of my Cuban soil
Here it can't be found
A song in vain
[Chorus]
Mi casa why su
When I get to the crib, ain't no frontin', give it up
We're landing in Atlanta, so it's time to crank it up
We get on the round lil' man say back it up
wrong
Rambling through the ghetto
A man, a plan and his stiletto
Dissect their innards
No guts, no glory
And watch them take their last breath
Yeah this that grown man shit right here
Lets go
You can catch me with the top dropped bitch
Police know they can't stop this
I'm doin' my thang
Big
gon' hit; aww, shit
Ma showed up like, "what's the hold up?"
Man know what get them wraps and roll up
I took a chick in the bathroom, seeing what's
breitbeiniges Gehen, für Drive-Bys in LA
Ey und während mich deine Mum auf ihr'm Sofa massiert
Sieht man dich draußen vor'm Haus dein neues Mofa lackier'n
Ey,
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