Lyrics:
I'm feelin' like Biggie
We step in the room
The crowd... (Check)
They go
Ay yo
Ay yo
Ay yo
Nda
Ay yo
Ay yo
Ay yo
Nda
Ay yo
Ay yo
Ay yo
Nda
Saht ek se
Knew I had to go and get it
Dots said, it's just high repetition
Yo, NES why you stressin'?
I'm tryna do better, man
Dropped my old life
Still chasin'
Lena sing to me baby
I tell her sing to me bae ye ye ye yea
Just By the way that you move
Girl I know you got a thing for me Baby
Know you got
the sky)
I'm 'on show you the way to survive (Way to survive)
Just believe in yourself you could fly (You know you could fly)
Rid the poison that's clouding
right left
Yo left yo left yo left right left
I'm feeling crazy
I've got my mind made up
I'm in my fatigues and I'm ready for war
Hear the drummer
hit, nigga got yo beezy snatched
By Mista Charisma, to a lady I'd be ya nigga's
Enigma keep her in the desert, I give her a river
If she was a 10 I'd
but don’t let my way misguide you
If you die by the gun, probably won’t be by yo rivals
More than likely yo killa shakin yo hand and stand beside you
Yo, what is up guys, my name is ISARK
And for the record, I do not speak German
This song was written by Kaupi, Yung Fo, and Kvrma
This is just
Now, where the ladies at?
(Yo, we're chillin' over here)
And all the fellas, the fellas?
(We takin' over this year)
I heard the party's 'round
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way way back to the first black man
Long ago before the white man could paint
The black man with a gun in
bread that we wanting
Me and nina keeping 'em jumping
And we won't stop till we get to the top
You in the way then we midwest chop ya!
Should've
Its 187 on a motherfucking hook niggas out of bounds should have shook we banging by the book got shot in the neck trying to get away and to a vigi
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
Yo, Leroy
at the target
Still get busy with the strizzy, I'm a artist
(aah)
All the way to the bank, yeah, I'm laughing
Raule na' naal jurhde ne
Sun saah' loka da sukda
at the target
Still get busy with the strizzy, I'm a artist
(aah)
All the way to the bank, yeah, I'm laughing
Raule na' naal jurhde ne
Sun saah' loka da sukda
misete
Mayowanakute ii yo michibiite yuku kara my babe
By my side ite hoshii yo toki wo futari de nusumou
Watashi ni azukete ii just believe in our
you
That gangsta love like Bonnie and Clyde, vibin' with you
That sweet love Anita Baker was singing 'bout
That sexy love not even Ne-Yo know a thing
lies
Call me a heartbreaker with the way I make yo mama cry
I'm a samurai, I'll make you die,
Pull this choppa outside of my waist, dump it in between yo
in his crib and rearrange this nigga shit (his whole shit)
We aint driving by we walking up this bitch (skrrrr)
And my clip way bigger than yours
How
melon in now
With a pistol so big yo it could lift
A hippo and knock an elephant down
Akh, I punch a lot, I'm tellin' you now
And that fake-ass ice that
watchin you
I like the, I like the, I like the, I like the
Way you walk, yes, I live the way you move
I like the way you walk, when you walk on by
I
get yo money up
Chase them gains and get yo money up
Only way is get yo money up
Stay a pleb or get yo money up
Get yo money up get yourself living
trusting
They getting scared they know I'm the anomaly
They wanna stand in ma way
I say 1 for the haters Aii
2 for the nay sayers Aii
3 4 5 6 7 hunnid
They say we in the final days
They try to take yo light away
When you just tryna find yo way
That's probably why I write all day
They say we in
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