Lyrics:
brought 'em all with me, my bros
Kickin' up, yeah, they turn up in Chicago
Perc-in' in the yard, I done said, "can't go"
Smokin' on that jelly donut, that
came from Philly
Think I might've came in Filly
Give me a chance to prove it and I'll slice off your fucking willy
Whoah
No respect for the fossa that
cap
I wear a cap and she throw it back
Back to the lab I'm crafting potions
I'm wearing Trojans
I'm in love with the secret dark side of me that you
„jedna" miłość istnieje
Jakby stanął czas
Jakby zły czar prysł
Mogłabym kochać cie
Jak nigdy nikt
Gdy by każdy z nich przeciwko był
Niczym twardy mur
I don't give a damn about all that stupid fuss
Inspired by Nas, I just rhyme, climb and put my trust
You might be Beerus but don't get wrong ideas na
La life était plus simple quand la five me gelait
La j'suis frost sur too much, les soirs de scotch
cweille donc, prend le mic aweille donc
cweille
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
Mr Lover Lover
Shaggy, Olly Murs, our time
You know I heard about you
You got a flirty mind
And I confess that you've been blessed
The way you
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On descend labas et on change la metéo
J'ai mon petard sur moi , venez me tester
Et vous verrez que j'ai peur que du trés haut
Quanto bez nu gira
statements,
far away from the sheep’s behavior... Far away, but yet so close, to the hand that feeds you with shit! There is no chain that can wrap me, there
was close to
So imagining was the only thing that got me through
Uh
Now ima grown man with a pipe dream
Knocking thirty I'm a oldie
But the flow still
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ
myself
But that's just Tequila giving me help
Tryna cover it up, so you never tell
I feel like dancin' with you
It's your moves, baby
'Cause I can't
myself
But that's just Tequila giving me help
Tryna cover it up, so you never tell
I feel like dancin' with you
It's your moves, baby
'Cause I can't
or you can start again
I'll be the one who stays living through the days
When the sun goes down that's when I need you now
Got me saturate I missed it by
Yeah I just want to announce right now
That I am the realest rapper in the whole world
Cause I got my momma in here with me
New face of America
it was someone else
But as I moved along I knew it was me
And that I was singing it to myself
It went: Please don't pass me by
Oh please, don't pass
Yeah this one goes out to all the ladies in the house
I need two to stand by me when the chips are down and
Stick around while I defend my
a whistle boy
Get it right man
My man Murs yo shut these cats down, holla!
I got my wallet in my pocket and my money in my sock
Cause that's how it be
a whistle boy
Get it right man
My man Murs yo shut these cats down, holla!
I got my wallet in my pocket and my money in my sock
'Cause that's how it be
blowing away
Like that bag in American Beauty
Truly blessed and nothing less
[MURS]
I'm nothing less than a criminal
With minimal convictions
Serving up my
faces
Telling me, that they always believed in me
I'll get there by little by little by little by little by little by little
I'll get there by little
shit hella weak, But so far from sticking me And these wack
muthafuckers Don't mix
Like music to drive by and way to funky
So these nigga's get ate quick
mhe/id e/ dha/ thaobh a ghleanna 's Tir Roghain,
's mur na thiai/ me/ n' t-oidhr' are Chonthae Mhaigeo.
Buachaileacht bo/, mo Leo, nar chleacht mise
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