Lyrics:
understand a fuckin word he says
Grandpa Jougenson?
Oh I know Grandpa Jourgenson
Yeah, ya'll might know him by other things
Punk ass muthafucka
Hypo Luxa,
I'm narrating Al Haymon
I told lighty, if I hate him, I'mma violate him
I'm not a shooter, but I know shooters
And if them shooters don't shoot up
these trenches
Labels scared of my demeanor
They say all I show is the trenches
Mind your business get your paper
Keep low in these trenches
Keep it
Who told us we were al-ri-yi-yight
On an ego trip for a teenage superstar
On thirty shillings a nigh-yight
And so it fell that I came up to London
So ek sit en dink oor die lewe wie's ek en wie's jy
Ja ek weet dat ons almal maak foute
En dis boring om by die reëls te bly
En jy weet ek is eintlik
They say you live and then you die
Well nigga i done lived a million times
Dead every night
Shit this Henny got me nice
Got to fall before you fly
First
together,
You know, if they put my thoughts in a book
It would really be X rated, baby - for you.
Baby rides for love,
Al-right,
Now ride me baby.
Baby,
gloomier as my ignorance grows
I just say bismillah hirahman al raheem and i go
In the dark night with the owls ravens and crows
I stand and i take
say what matters inside but they came to see a nipple
En el muro tus manos están
Con silencio vas a gritar
Y al despertar
Un momento para hablar
Un
in my life to survive I
Don't know why
Are you gonna be the type to stick around
Are you gonna say Al time to put away the gun for now
But I don't want
worth it
Chirping I hear the chirping but do I deserve it
I'll go and flip the at al the chirping
I'll flip you the bird
You get in my way I'm at work
at me
I dont care what people say
I make money make it rain
Make the crowd scream out my name
Ta boose shuf
Khaleq mehshi al macahoof
I make money
by my side
And if you're leavin', I don't know if I'd be comin' back tonight
But I need ya (mh-mh)
Got addicted to your eyes, my vision tweakin'
in your mind, what you interpret it as
I say to fight, you take it as "I'ma whip someone's ass"
If you don't understand, don't even bother to ask
doesn't really like him.
She told me so.
Why should I believe you? You're terrorists guarded by a crazy old librarian.
Oh the old man is a little
talkin' 'bout nothin' with a flow so disgustin'
Ashtray by me that I gotta dump my guts in
Need substance, feed it to the public
No one gon' touch it
say for now
I stand by forever
Non pensare che domani
Cambierà il mio modo di guardarti
Quando avanzeranno gli anni
E saremo un po' più grandi
the avalanche of answers supplanted by rod and staff
And lop off branches of cancerous hobbies rotting in your past
Third get learned in insurgent discernment
On the count of three I want everybody to say
I'm a motherfuckin' Coke Boy!
One, two
I'm a motherfuckin' Coke Boy!
You'll let me in
With those
Yo Zeus that shit hit
Yeah I know
Yeah, It's UBU we from that 2 up 2 down
Where we got that sound to make your head pound
And al our shotters
day by day, people stay away
I'm doing me, there's nothing for you to see, doing aye okay
I pray and pray to God and I say my grace
I just play
Cry my own tears
A feel my own pain
Say i cried my own tears
And i feel my own pain
When i'm hurt i'm hurting
Time and time again
Say i cried my
makes it al alright
What a man, give him a hand
Did you love his kingships daughter?
Did you cherish her and take her by the hand?
The papers say that it
would take a lot to get by us
The hoe breath hot but my music fye, yeah
We totin' them straps like we in Al-Qaeda
The jewelry be fighting like Max & Linus
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