Lyrics:
(Yeah, yeah!)
R.I.P. στον παππού μου, θα το κάνω, στο'χα πει (Yeah, yeah!)
Θα το νιώσουν σα voodoo και θα βγάλουμε χαρτί (Yeah, yeah!)
Δεν το καταλαβαίνεις
me
If you aint gotta o or p
I roll up like 3 grams at least
Smokin on this celery
How you gon compare to me
Lil pup you need that pedigree
Stayin on my
sitting on one
Gotta squint ya eyes to see me cuz I'm brighter then the sun
Belive, Belive p
Belive, Belive p
Imma keep it movin on these beats
Beats
Im
a f*ck
M me kiss you pon your breast
Oops your p*ssy wet
Oops your p*ssy wet
Cum fi me
One more time
Cum fi me one more time
Just me and you a f*ck
Just
they forever colder
R.I.P all of my brothers and soldiers
Wish I grew up how y'all did but I didn't
I have ya back everywhere but a mission
I grew up
see my fam live
Cuz imma black man
R.I.P. George Floyd
R.I.P. Eric Garner
R.I.P. Sandra Blane
R.I.P. Travon Martin
Man fuck this I’m tried of saying
pas ses nudes ni ses p’tits messages
Son déhanché, me fout la rage
T’as un air très sauvage, s’te plaît prend moi en otage
Toujours partante pour un
À six heures du mat' j'suis dans l'eau
Un peu de tise, jack honey dans la gov'
Cocktail à la main gauche, ce soir j'aurais chaud
Avec moi la p
Balenciaga
Smokebox for the trees strictly loud type
All her girls wanna roll in the night time
Blow a bag on a lavish p
Only Dom on a balling p
Whole team
kitty cats
You mad about sum p*ssy not my fault that i already tapped
If she ugly but she thick bet she get hit from the back
If she pretty with no a**
J’suis fonsdé sur mon clic clac
J’ai tout fait sur mon clic clac
Première fois sur mon clic clac
J’lui mettais des p’tites claques
Seul
Assis sur mon
m'guais-dra, à 17 ans, j'lui roule une grosse pelle
Les p'tits bonus, les grosses pertes, j'rallume un gros sdah
Te dis jamais "c'est bon", j'ai vu la p
comme une boite de p'tit beurre, comme une boite de choco
Pour finir à 100 % ma 'teille, j'récuperais mes larmes avec le bout d'ma gue-lan
J'propose
I'm a well known G
I grind grind for this P
Ops They envy me
Got my broskis, Got my slimes
Shout out SVG
Irish kid from The C (Gang)
Wavy is how we be
em
Draw down ima zip em
R.I.P to the nigga
Split em, split em
Me & my niggas gone split em
Yea we rolling off them jiggles
Steady tryna kill ah nigga
On a tous ce qu’on a besoin
Dans la p’tite maison rue Montpetit
L’balcon est rendu gris
Pis la façade est toute moisie
En dedans y fait pas chaud
S’t’une
(Blow p in the maison
Please tell me what are they on
This check on me and it’s long
Don’t check on me that’s long
Bro had a wap and it’s long
They
clap, we clap
A pplause
I am A pauled
Run up hit'm wit a round house J Claude
Every nigga wit the bands don't sell 8 Balls
So many R.I.P's fill the Great
Avant d'être sage
Méfie-toi de c'que tu as créé
J'déchaîne les orages
J'peux t'faire du sale
Du hyper... Sale
De quoi t'calmer quand ton p'tit cœur
cartera
Quien saco de su bolsillo p´a que tenga en la nevera
Y ahora quieren dársela de lo importante
consiguieron algo y olvidaron los tiempos de antes
Y
Hmmm, hmmm
Hmmm, hmmm
Hmmm, hmmm
R.I.P
Just cause you pop it out yo pussy, that don't mean you a mum
How at age 16, I'm already sippin on some
Before
a dream I had 100 p’s
Turned it up and turned around and bought 100 keys
That Nigga slime he wipe your nose you thought a nigga sneezed
He ran it up he like
Nega It's up (Still got da rod in da whip)
Nega it's lit (Aok shit)
If bro say its up
Nega it's lit
Masko rollin out da P feel like I'm bout to fly
too much
I done had enough
Look at all these scars on me
Its all on me
Damn they all on me
R I P
Rest in peace to all my fallen Gs
Its all on me
Its all
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