Lyrics:
(Trademark)
Ayy, who that? It's the man (yeah)
Walked up in your party with a Glocky in my pants (what?)
He was out of pocket, made him do
him ah di party Don
Gyal dem
Love how mi pants dem straight so
Dem love how mi Clarks dem lace up
And Hotskull nuh take bait up
Hey bwoy, me ah
Black pant jeez, pas de posters
Cup plein de Henny ou de violet
Tap down, j'vais de ville en ville
Entre elle et moi y a que mes Céline
Back in
these knots
Stuffed in my pants
Now it's bands everywhere
Bitch I got bands
So I'm blowing
Grams of the loud
Straight to my head
Bands everywhere
Aus dem alten Mazda in den brandneuen Benz
Keine Frau darf bei mir ans Steuer, außer ohne Pants
Jetzt könnt ihr euch anfreunden, ich bin prominent
him ah di party Don
Gyal dem
Love how mi pants dem straight so
Dem love how mi Clarks dem lace up
And Hotskull nuh take bait up
Hey bwoy, me ah
pointing fingers with your pants on fire?
Someone kiss and told so I know
Today I might hate you more
But I can never love you less, no, no
I'm fucking
Lets go all night hangin' from the ceiling, tied up,
Pants down, just another weekend
Won't remember tonight, wake up feeling like, what the hell
sags his pants but I wanna go with him
To the school dance and have him be my date
But I'm afraid that he doesn't know how
To move and everybody would
Fokker to ditch a bitch the day before I meet the parents/
She's embarrassed she's dating a rapper - with baggy pants/
Pick her up from mass, system
[Chorus: Nefarious (4Xs)]
Catch ya wit yo pants
Catch ya wit yo pants down, and maybe while you sleepin'
Don't matter what you saw, death is what
roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
See me pon the road I hear you call out to me
True you see mi inna pants and ting
See mi in a 'alter back
This homeless guy was wearing his underwear outside his pants.
Outside his pants. I'm guessing his resume isn't all up to date.
I'm predicting some
čiernom benze
Chick má whole lotta ass
Že vždy keď sa prenese dotrhajú pants yeah
Yves Saint Laurent nový swag
Nová prada bag balenci's sú nové shades
pants girl
Bags might as well dress in drag
I'm on my dyeing bed I
Have my last breath I'm
Glad I found ya I'm looking for ya help
What happen to this hip
Okay one, two, three, four (Okay)
Fat butt freaks walkin' up in on the door
Ain't shaking no ass in the function
what's wrong? Ayy
Pants barely
Ooh oh, ooh oh
I flip that bitch like a vegetable
My pants, they sag like a testicle
Bands in the back, I got revenue
Where is the vibes? Come
the end of time
If you wear those pants up to the door
They will let you in
'cause you wear them like a sin
I'm all ready now, Celestial
Do you want
daycoats
Pants with stripes and cutaway coats
Perfect fit's puttin' on the Ritz
Dressed up like a million dollar trouper
Trying hard to look like Gary
to my mind
I ́m tired as can be
I'm talking 'bout big, big boys
From time to time they need a
Little kick in the pants big, big girls
Occasionally come
your rep up
He bought a vest, lil' buddy dumb as hell, like I just don't shoot neck up
Drop the pants, huh, we put belt to ass, this shit far from
to Wireless
Three thousand on these leather pants, no stylist
No, no, no stylist
Fell in love with this life 'cause it's enticin'
Sent my young boy
straight up
Fox caught him with his pants down, balls out, fully made him tint his ass up
I go broke, I'ma pick that glass up
I'm a millionaire now, but
pants, baggy packs, OnlyFans v mejch DMs
Only flex pro mý fans, já a Makedonec (Já a Makedonec)
Baggy pants, baggy packs, OnlyFans v mejch DMs
Only flex
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