Lyrics:
and I fall then let me go it's for the better
All black casket, red silk Gucci sweater
And my mama just called, am I eating my greens
Ma I'm turning
possa trazer vocês até meu bairro,
mas eu posso levar meu bairro até vocês!
Ao passas do terminal, seja bem vindo ao nosso local
moleque aqui passa mal
the American working population
Hate the nine-to-five day-in day-out
When we'd rather be supporting ourselves
By being paid to perfect the pasttimes
That we
Been brutally murdered by the Jungle
Posse police seem to be baffled to
The whereabouts of these four suspects
D-Money easily spotted in
Candy burgundy
good
Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good)
[Bun B]
Before I jump up out my silk sheets, and hop off in the shower
It's already understood, I
it all
Matter of fact, take your clothes off, I like it when they're bare
Everything from iceberg to silk Dolce underwear, come on
Hey yo check
tacky, jeans made by Acne
Fuck Governor Pataki and Patakis
It's about to get uglier than Balenciagas
Felt bad I never finished college
Now we fuckin'
disconnect
And disregard the founding fathers?
But you know what? Whatever it is
It don't even matter
'Cause as long as I'm alive
I'ma show and prove where
(Oh, my God, Ronny)
Uh, million-dollar mullet, talking Ted DiBiase
I'ma disappear and come back with eight watches
AP watches, watch this
Prada
(Oh my God, Ronny)
Uh, million-dollar mullet, talking Ted DiBiase
I'ma disappear and come back with eight watches
Ap watches, watch this
Prada
and the day I met
The M-a to the see with the dash
M-o-n-e cash came fast on the ave, see?
(Cars ride by with the boomin systems)
With the (funky) (funky,
crawlin', I'm ballin' bitch
Don't get offended
When I call you by that pet name
Gon' be up in it
When I stand up in that wet thang
Piece and chain,
it all
Matter of fact, take your clothes off, I like it when they're bare
Everything from iceberg to silk Dolce underwear, come on
Hey yo check
Hey yo, it's Mr. Low,key, you need to go see
The host by far a mostly O.T., with a brand new show, but
You know how the flow be
'Cause when I
poppin'
Sexy lil' filter, go on and lick big poppa
BL smoother than Silk or Don Juan
Bone-in ribeye, well, tiger primes
Ball out, we all out, V-Lives
[Verse 1]
Somebody tell me who's that, what's that
It's the man with the silk drawers stuck up his buttcrack
Don't even front and try to ask who
bit I'ma wear my shit
and if I lose it, I ain't gon' cry about it
I ain't no dummy god damnit I ain't about to die about it
But fuck wid me though,
Tu RA jak mnie nie ma to i tak zagrają
Łapiesz to jak marlin w skrzela hak Shimano
Nie ma kurwa jak underground to jak blunt pod celą
Rap Addix
Been a long week, I'ma let my hair down
Get loose on the Goose in my cup
Bet Betty get wetty in her chair now
Feelin' myself, look cute as fuck
Ol'
Mimì
Sì
Mi chiamano Mimì
Ma il mio nome è Lucia
La storia mia è breve. Atelaoaseta
Ricamo in casa e fuori
Son tranquilla e lieta
Ed è mio svago
Far
silk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial
Be downtown swinging, m.o.p. style
Next
Ouuu
This the beat?
Yeah this the beat
Ouuu
Ouuu
Said I need a plan B, they ain't believe in me
I'ma kick down the door this a B&E
My father was
that lease
Button-down silk shirt made by Dreez
Bro couldn't sip syrup got him on creatine
Every day, I wake up, hit the gym and I deadlift
5X
milk and no skimmin
Hand crafted flows wove in silk or linen
Word is war/wore like denim, we textile blendin
Topper say top spinnin
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