Lyrics:
pensieri ma ritornano facendo il bis
Sparro col dito come la G nell'alfabeto LIS
Figlio dell'est, figlio del freddo
Faccio il cazzo che voglio e non mi serve
come la cintura
Per non prendere un palo l'hanno mandata in curva
Serve un cannocchiale perché la vedano lunga
Ho sentito un altro rapper, non diceva
what?
Top of the, what?
Top of the
Yeah
Word
Rudder the lyrical butler I serve
Men does be trying to get me unnerved
They want to, but they can't touch
MDN emerge fermamente senza fare storie
Mentre tu sei un dawg in pena se ripensi a fare il docile
Non serve esser fragile ma impara ad esser forte
per il freddo
Serve un coltello
Faccio scuola
Però non entro
Abbiamo tanti soldi
Eppure sento che non ho tempo
Let's go
Capisco le zone
Metto i soldi
and yellow
Went to PHS, rockin burgundy
College in Mississippi State
Aye how much you wanna serve ya
Lemon diesel, sugar cookies, even had some bud that's
black tee
Still serve chips like say I work in mc D's
Whipping in ma bema
Had it from long time baby like it were my Filas
I ain't never seen yuh
I
give you mine
Baby you’re the prototype
What’s your love language
Please don’t keep me waiting
Waiting
Gift you with quality
Serve you internally
I mean
thang
The hustlers out, the Customers shout, screaming For ice cream
Gotta serve em, even if it
Hurt em, I like nice things
Rain, sleet, snow or hell,
know factories and they don't make no cheesecake
They serve Octane, out in Eastlake
They start from scratch and cook a batch, now that's a clean slate
out, trying to serve me some titties (Hunh)
cdd some kitty, mixed with some licky
Got a girl back home and she probably miss me (Wow)
But I'm
la tracolla nuova
Bitch si accolla non lascio sola
Non serve a niente restare in pensiero per lei
Visto che solo una troia
Legato all ‘8
Se faccio
un'abitudine a quest'ora ed ora è notte
Fare discussioni stupide non serve al nostro amore
Ma scusa se non ti guardo o se non riesco più ad esprimermi
Ci sono io
validation
From serpents who serve lies and gilded temptations
Soft times, soft spines, lined up to be melded
Mankind is standing at the vet to get gelded
No
Elijah, now these boys are mad
I serve God and he got a plan
He got a plan
They cannot hurt me cause I'm in his hands
I'm in his hands
Dancing like I'm
you
So don't have no faith in your lord
‘cause he don't serve you
No no no no, oh yeah
Caught up in the moment dawg,
Serve thunderstorm this a warning y'all,
Get inside your houses, and close the door
But that ain't fair cuz I'm
numerino
Spostati che ti Sorpasso
E passo dal banco del vino.
Sei fredda serve il
Ciò che penso non lo dico,
Riempi la borsa di ghiaccio,
Togli le foto
serve us all.
You find the bottle and I'll find the way
cnd we'll have a party 'til the break of day.
You dial the number and I'll make the call
cnd
cazzo
serve che adesso non dici nient'altro
meglio stai calmo (meglio stai calmo)
fuori cuori marci sono avvolti dalle iene
stringono la mano
sono qua
Stasera c'è una festa, lei verrà di sicuro
E twerka con le amiche ma guardo solo il suo
Non sto facendo nulla ma mi sento che sudo
Mi serve
serve you like a plate
Let me bust it open, boy, make me say your name
I be in the kitchen, yeah, I'm cookin' with no top
Breakfast in bed, have his head
incisivi
Ma non serve quella dentatura se manco mastichi i congiuntivi
Mangiamo tutto pure quello che buttate
Voi invece vi bevete tutto / bukakke
Per me un
to the club
Heartache's what we serve and you get what you deserve
So you just keep moving on
It's hopeless isn't it the way that we deal with this
That's
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