Lyrics:
It doesn't matter if you love him, or capital H-I-M
Just put your paws up 'cause you were born this way, baby
My mama told me when I was young
W-i-double L-I-E
Nobody truer than H-O-V
And I'm back for more
New York's ambassador
Prime Minister back to finish my business up
What more can I say?
W-i-double L-I-E
Nobody truer than H-O-V
And I'm back for more
New York's ambassador
Prime Minister back to finish my business up
What more can I say?
at H&M
Thirty thousand, Neiman Marcus
Thirty thousand, neiman Marcus
Runnin' 'round linux
Hit my lean and them I'm cashin' out
I just hit yo' bitch
Then I
(oh yeah)
H-IJ-K-L-M-N-O-P (alright y'all) q-R-S T
T-U-V (say what) w-X-Y (y not)
Z
Here we go the birds and the bees
And the flowers and the trees
You
when you do it
Be for real
Alright
Listen
Y.C.C. M.A.O.T
You can call me any old time
T.C.A.H.Y.T.U.
To come and help you to unwind
S.Y.S.L.J.F.M
ain't gon shoot but lil bro get to popping
Niggas pick up a gun cuz they scared of the boxin, go down to the H pourin 4's like I'm Watson
These days you
been swervin in the city yeah swervin h-town
Hold up
Smoking down whippin lookin pretty as shit
I'm cozy down to the feet with my slippers and spliff
mama told me be a leader
And rebuke evil
So I ain't worried bout you h**s
Or you n****s either
I'm bossed out
You steady leaching
H**s calling me
You
If you not rockin' designer you cannot talk to me
Got the gold belt on me dripped up in Louis V
When I'm with Triple H I hit my pedigree
All the fake
bussin')
(H-h-how the fuck you made so many?)
How the fuck you made so many beats? Yeah you bussin'
Took a pill, now I'm buzzin'
My bag is filled, it's
Rapper, Songwriter, Producer
Kanye West in the flesh
Like Queen B, Trav Scott from H-town
Real G’s I prove I’m the best
Trinidad & Tobago, China, Cameroon
action!
They think I'm just rappin', I'm on go, you love actin', then let's roll
Don't get nervous now, you gotta trust your soul
F.H.H, we're bound to take
That nigga for real
Big LBG, do this shit with no deal
In the H at the top of the hill
I'm the king of this beat, got my slimes in the field
Pac blue
get it right back, like I recreate it
These n****'s mad, 'cause b***h I'm up, & I guess they hate it
That n***a mad, 'cause he checked her playlist,
H-h Hottest in the city what you thought
Y'all hatin' ass niggas on my dick what
I just do it like I'm Nike steady runnin' up dem checks
I-I go hard
paint the white house black, and start renting it out
In this underground game, I'm rolling with S.L.A.B
Black H2 Hummers, when we holding the Avenue
café celui de l'hôtel amour
Vivre le feu c'est le thème
Avant que sa froideur m'éteigne
Elle m'a brisé le cœur
Mais il n'en est pas à son baptême
Elle
We are h a p p y (Believe you've gat another day)
We are h a p p y (No be madness no be other)
We know we are
We are Marlians for life
We are h a p
Word up
Di-Meh, Di-Meh lo todo
Ton boy Loud de Montréal à Genève
C.H.F. yeah
T'as baddé sur le track, hmm, c'est même pas le mix
À cause du
of treasure chests, the perpetual yes in dress shoes
The ripest of vegetables, that's what I be munchin' on, 'cause I'm, uh
Sonic geometry, the language
mal.
No puedo pensar,
ya no quiero evitar
vuelve a mi,
triste ángel sin piedad.
[Música: M. Rodríguez / Letra: F. S. Botaro - M. Rodríguez]
de tête. Donc je m'apprete encore une fois acculé,
À enculer tous ces fonctionnaires musicaux.
Qui businessent la musique pour la partie
Artistique ne
V N M
Ziom bo jak spytasz mnie o moje skillsy nie powiem nic
A jak spytasz swoich idoli oni zrobią to za mnie
V
Hej ty tu pieprzą wciąż
Ale stary
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