@@everythingwithplaguevibe7745been trying to figure it out for years. Sounds like trey songz. weirdly sounds like X. guess til D.A Doman says so, the world will never know
Here are the lyrics if you wanna sing it: D.a. got that dope! Ice water, turned Atlantic (freeze) Nightcrawling in the Phantom (skrrt, skrrt) Told them hoes that don't you panic Took an island, flood the mansion (yeah, big water) Dropped the roof, more expansion Drive a coupe you can stand in (it's lit) See the bitches undercover (in the sheets) I'm an ass and titties lover (big ass) Guess we all made for each other Now that all the dawgs free (yeah, yeah) And we out in these streets (alright) Can you do it, can you pop it for me? Pull up in a demon, on God (on God) Lookin' like I still do fraud (fraud) Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod) This that Z shit, this that Z shit (this that Z shit) Pull up in a demon, on God (on God) Lookin' like I still do fraud (fraud) Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod) This that Z shit, this that Z shit (this that Z shit) (Offset!) Blow the brains out the coupe (boo) Police wanna talk, but I'm on mute (woo, woo, hey) I'ma bust her wrist down 'cause she cute (ice) Fuck her on a yacht, dive in a pool (yeah) She an addict (addict) Addict for the lifestyle and the Patek (Patek) Big daddy, have you ever felt Chanel fabrics? (Chanel) I be drippin' to death, I need a casket (drippin') And we got more stripes than the ref, he foul, TEC him (bow, stripes) In the middle of the field like David Beckham (field, bow-bow) All my niggas locked up, for real I'm tryna help 'em (free, free) When I got a mil', got me the chills Don't know what happened (hoo, chills) Pop pills, do what you feel, I'm on that zombie (hey, hoo) I'm more like Gaddafi, I'm not no Ghandi (Gaddafi, hey) I'm more like I'm David, Goliath runnin' (hey, hey) Niggas be clonin', I find it funny (clone, haha) We from the Nawf, straight out of the dungeon (We from the Nawf, hey) I go in her mouth, she can't tell me nothin' (eghck, eghck, egchk) 300, the watch is out of your budget (woo, woo, 300) Mean-muggin' got me clutching Yeah, and this stick right out of Russia Ice water, turned Atlantic (freeze) Nightcrawling in the Phantom (skrrt, skrrt) Told them hoes that don't you panic Took an island, flood the mansion (yeah, big water) Dropped the roof, more expansion Drive a coupe you can stand in (it's lit) See the bitches undercover (in the sheets) I'm an ass and titties lover (big ass) Guess we all made for each other Now that all the dawgs free (yeah, yeah) And we out in these streets (alright) Can you do it, can you pop it for me? Pull up in a demon, on God (on God) Lookin' like I still do fraud (fraud) Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod) This that Z shit, this that Z shit (this that Z shit) Pull up in a demon, on God (On God) Lookin' like I still do fraud (fraud) Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod) This that Z shit, this that Z shit (this that Z shit) In a Hellcat 'cause I'm a hell-raiser Self-made, I don't owe a nigga nann favor When you get that money, nigga, keep your heart I'm slidin' in a coupe, ain't got no key to start I got the fire on me in BET Awards When your well run dry, you know you need me for it When I pull up in the Buick You know what I'm doing If the police get behind me, I'm fleeing and eluding Sleeping on the palette turned me to a savage I'm a project baby, now I stay in Calabasas Like I still serve fiends, like I'm still jacking I be sippin' on lean, tryna keep balance Hit that Z-Walk, Dickie's with my Reeboks I don't say much, I just let the heat talk Your jewelry water whip, diamonds like re-rock My lil' baby ride the dick like a seat lock When I stepped up on the scene, I was on a bean When I jumped up out the Beam', I was in Celine Baby girl you just a fling, that ain't what I mean Money busting out my jeans like I do the scheme Pull up in a demon, on God (on God) Lookin' like I still do fraud (fraud) Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod) This that Z shit, this that Z shit (this that Z shit) Pull up in a demon, on God (on God) Lookin' like I still do fraud (fraud) Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod) This that Z shit, this that Z shit (this that Z shit)
A primeira vez q ouvi essa msc era um edit do xxxtentacion, após isso procurei muito o nome dela, até q eu escutei ela em uma batalha de rima no RU-vid, e procurei denovo, mais sem sucesso, até que hoje enquanto eu rolava o meu feed do Instagram, eu vi uma postagem com a musica desse beat, e agora estou muito feliz, pois procuro ela desde 2021 😂
I’m bout to use this beat to glorify my true Lord and savior He has changed me to be a better man a better husband, a father and grandfather. All praise and glory goes to Him the author and writer of my life .
Pullin up on demons with tha Gods. Plenty pressure, plenty heat on tha frauds. Lookin thu tha scope at a thousand yards. This is G shit, that’s a G hit!!! 😂
Он вооружен, но не окружен, озабочен, но не побочен, вижу русский комент под Зезе - отвечу на чеченском, чтобы был в ахуях ты, чтобы не понял нихуя, чтобы не забывал откуда я))) Хорошего вечера бро
Se sono a lavoro io lo faccio per soldi Sono 10000 no non serve che li conti Non li vedi perché indossi gli occhiali tutti storti Sei talmente fatto che neanche te ne accorgi Hey bro come stai Hey bro come va Ho fatto questo pezzo per diventare celebrità Andare ad Hollywood e fumare solo weed La base che ti dice welcome tò the beat Scrivere il mio nome sulla stella di quella street Sto correndo troppo serve che facciamo un pit Stop se levi la S leggi top C'è Matteo pagliella che fa video su tik tok Mi chiedi se ho fumato ti rispondo bro solo un po' Se facciamo un puro tutti noi andiamo k.o. Guarda bro come fò guarda bro come sto Vorrei vedere il mondo direttamente da un'oblò Hai fumato quindi , bhe sì solo un po' Beh sì solo un po' beh sì solo un po' Se è per fumare no non serve che mi chiami Voglio avere casa come ronny a tre piani A capodanno sparo 1 colpo con la scacciacani Senti che remix ragazzi tutti su le mani
If have you No role models who you followin if you have no role models who you modelin you drinking from a bottle all the pain you bottle in now your deep into depression and it’s hard for you to grin but Jesus is freedom he paid for our sin you need him, I need him, we need him to win, unity you & me complete unison we finish full of faith then we make it to the end. You say on god but you will never ever put your faith on God you fake you fraud in all you do put your faith in The lord, “on God.”
Sick Luke, Sick Luke Ehi-ehi, uo-uoo (bitch) Stai invidiando il mio polso (Rolex) Ehi-ehi, uo-uoo Ho troppe bitch intorno (via, via) Ehi-ehi, uo-uoo Non so più quale scegliere (boh) Ehi-ehi, uo-uoo Troppo in alto, non so come scendere (ehi, ehi) Porto la gang, tu porta le tue amiche (ehi, ehi) Burberry trench, quanto cazzo sono British (British) Stiamo sul terreno come se fosse Anfield Triplosette, spendo sterline, non euro Ehy ehy, yo yo, lei ci vede e fa: Woah Facciamo crollare i muri come i Pink Floyd Flexo con tutta la gang dentro il casinò Indovina cosa esce quando gioco alla slot Ice, ice, cool, cool (cool, cool) Troppo inglese, dovrei stare a Liverpool (Liverpool) Rolls Royce, no, non prendo autobus Diamanti acquatici, fanno: Glu-glu Non vedi che ho una corona in testa Sembro la fottuta principessa d'Inghilterra Ogni cosa che dico lei dice sempre sì Ci vedi e dici: Quanto cazzo sono British bitch Prynce Ehi-ehi, uo-uoo DPG for president (votaci) Ehi-ehi, uo-uoo (ehi, ehi) Triplo sette everywhere (everywhere) Ehi-ehi, uo-uoo Posso risolvere la crisi (soldi) Ehi-ehi, uo-uoo (ehi, ehi) Quanto cazzo sono British Ehy ehy, quanto cazzo sono British (ehy ehy) Ho una mazza ma non sto giocando a cricket, bitch Mi dice: Tony sei pazzesco Le mie collane sono un patrimonio UNESCO (bling, bling) Sì sono la regina Elisabetta Pieno di gioielli, sembra che ho perso la testa Le dico: Baby quanto cazzo sei figa Mi dice: Prima me, dopo la mia amica La vita è facile Oro giallo al polso sembra senape Se lei ti lascia per me, dopo non chiedere Ehy, sexy Tony, sexy daddy Taglio all'inglese, a lei piacciono i miei capelli Giacca Burberry Quanto cazzo sono British (ehy, ehy) DPG, triplo sette, siamo i Beatles Ehy, ho tutto dentro il mio trench Sto su una Bentley, fanculo il tuo Benz Don Tony Ehi-ehi, uo-uoo DPG for president (votaci) Ehi-ehi, uo-uoo (ehi, ehi) Triplo sette everywhere (everywhere) Ehi-ehi, uo-uoo Posso risolvere la crisi (soldi) Ehi-ehi, uo-uoo (ehi, ehi) Quanto cazzo sono British Oh my God giro sempre co' 'na figa Sono così British, penso di essere Dua Lipa, bitch Sono Antonio Conte al Chelsea Sterline nel mio tweed ma non ho studiato a Cambridge Sangue blu come il principino Harry Quanto sono British, quanto sono trendy Il collo ghiacciato come un campo da curling Baronetti come i Beatles Star come Ringo Con lei sono dolce come un cucciolo di beagle Non fottiamo con nessuno proprio come il Regno Unito (Wayne) Ehy ehy, wo-woah Non ci servono amici Ehy ehy, wo-woah Quanto cazzo sono British
This is real me, brand new me Đừng ghét tao nữa mà hãy chill đi Vì tao cũng đéo quan tâm chúng mày nghĩ gì Vì tao cũng biết đầy thằng tryna be me Kệ con mẹ drill trap tao vẫn lái Mấy thằng chợ búa đừng hòng on sight Vì tao không dây dưa với gangster online Tổ trap phù hộ mỗi khi on mic Trappin’ like i’m kodak Tao đẹp trai đương nhiên bitch you know that Thấy tao thành công hey son why you so mad Nã flow vào đầu mày giống như là 1 khẩu mac Tao chỉ làm những gì mà tao thích Mua thêm dây chuyền vàng hột xoàn với cả new kicks Vả vào mồm mấy thằng nói láo tao là will smith Mấy thằng con nít mày nên biết who you deal with Bọn nó chasing clout như là zombie Tao chỉ muốn ngồi yên để xem chúng nó diễn gì Định rủ tao ăn thịt bò thì thôi cho tao miễn đi Chỉ cần ngồi nghe tao chửi yên tâm là nó miễn phí Yeah addict, addict to my voice Addict luôn cái cách tao nói 100° richter mỗi khi mày thấy bọn tao tới Cũng như là khi tao và my bitch đang trò chuyện chăn gối
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