ogni mio negro e gansta x2 pronti a farti a farti la festa il club intanto che trema lei tocca col nunda b+per terra il tuo e finito per terra sc 9 quella sera serra piena derba lean nel cup ti compaiono in 10 come un fottuto pop up niente mon ga ti facciamo ballare breakdance oh fra niente chill qua il bila si e rotto non riesce a leggere la cifra discesa facile la salita c h e ripida la bottiglia di miel sta staripando tutto ubriaco ti entrano in casa mentre ti stai segando ti fanno orologi soldi tutto quanto wei una sagometta un puntino sulla tua testa ti faccio c voglio trovare la retta usando una mitraglieeta scofigendo i mostri in cmaereta li ho visti pk ho fumato quella sera
When I come through I’m like the goat at the town they say what comes around it comes what’s around what’s on the ground chains light on my neck can u tell that I can’t blow it down better tone it up my phones up it’s any times it bugs plz don’t bug mine spider man cross the line
Zegme ken je die pijn Kan nie geloven Was aan het strijden voor jou Ogen die keken en handen die Hopen Was in de koud met me zelf aan het lopen Jij wilt nu komen en sturen maar alles is laat Baby jij moenie storen
J’arrive en black c’est méchant Éméché, que ils jettent l’œil les gens Gamos tout neuf sa ma rayé les jantes, ramène un bon plan on y va sans couma L’ancien est chétou il nous parle de s’ranger, pour des 100g et bah jremet les gants Et jmen fou des grands jpeut te faire quand jveut on a pris du cran La gâchette est sensible ( krrrr paw) On te laisse au sol et sans signe Les poulets netour on les déteste comme l’insigne La vie ne tient que sur un fil, si tu bebar la chance de survie est infime
Im runnin da block I carry my Glock I carry my Glock Nxggas posted on da block tjey on da block Glock in my Rari Young Glocky on da beat In my drop top Lamborghini Centenario Ey Ey Ey Im runnin da block Im da block im on da block
You can't trust anybody these days Who but you knows the way You can find the crumb bums on skid row Drinking their lives away They say recreation pays Farce has never had someone interrupt a play You feel high class with you cell put away Like anybody just wanting a good day
l'm bias about my high-grade l can go on a tirade Spend time in jail l'm stuck in my ways l'll never change Are we on the same page lt's shallow to sign your name mermaid l'm a tiger encounter on a mountain l''ve got on pace That should make your heart race This is a nonviolent abrogate
Ratios are like subconscious polygraphs Man can't maintain in chaos l'm a portrait of the pompous class l backhand with a hahaaa Like paying for hackney's gas My condolences for your loss Zombies scratch they don't crash Peacock regret looking back That's the soul of art
