Відео

Spazzed on this beat cause of juice was already good killed it more of juice !!!

płuca czarne od dopalaczy a w łapie trzymam papierosów pełen wagon Nos krwawi od ilośći pękniętych naczyń, podziękuj synu dragom Synapsa jedna z drugą walczy, między złem a dobrem robie slalom Nie powiem Masz chujowy zapłon, twój muszkiet to chyba dragon Ja się dobrze znam na życie się kurwa zajmuje magią Wbije sobie na jej salon potem się tu może spuszcza na nią Schizofremiik paranoik i to kompletny temat mi pierze banie jak calgon On jest drogi tak jak kantor, marne jest tu przy nim twoje saldo Takie zera jak ty to zamykam sobie w chmurze tak jak shadow Ona ściąga stanik ja ściskam jej piersi jak jebany klakson Mój Tissot to nie omnittix ale na tej misji jestem duchem tak jak fantom Koło siebie mam tu tylko bliskich, za to ona ma pojemne gardło Za mną same wypalone mosty, będę tu ikoną jak Irena Santor Nie będę wzywać pomocy, a wiedz że ten styl cię zetnie z nóg jak depilator Twoja dupa mi podbiera kocyk, ty wyskakuj już przez balkon Ale ten styl jest przejebane mocny, do majka ryczę jak jebany traktor To nie płytkie jak Balaton, bajka ta ciągnie tutaj się jak baton Jestem dla nich tu gorący tak jak tosty, a wyglądam jak Dusty Marlow Ja po drugiej stronie będę czekał możesz mówić na mnie Charon, Twoja dusza przy mnie szybko jebnie tak jak pierdolony balon I przejechałeś się na squadzie typie jak milioner slumdog Dziś znów zajebałem kryształ więc siłą woli maluje pejzaże jak van Gogh Dziś znów zajebałem go, więc popadam w kryształowy amok Pod nogami kłody jak je jebnę to przesuną się ją bok

What kinda low vibrational whack shit is this.

znowu osiągnąłem gorzką melancholię, przez te białą gorzką torbe w końcu ich wyleczę kiedy puszczę te symfonie gwiezdny pył i kosmiczne melodie, całą talie kart to ja chowam w folię, nie będę na dnie, prędzej dobity przez agonie na drodze wyboje, głupia suko to podziemne są tu me przeboje mój blok cały w alkoholu tutaj tonie, znowu mam od fety ujebane dłonie tu nie liczy się na gaże więc za kwitem gonię tylko cipka może leczyć moje fobie twoi ludzie w głowach mają kogiel mogiel ojebala lache za kreskę, to wcale nie chore ty do mnie dzwonisz ale chuj ci na wątrobe nie mam czasu na nią muszę tworzyć nowomowe jak masz coś za winklem pięta nie trafi w tabotet dostałem za friko kryształ jego kolor to fiolet tu gibon smazy się jak kotlet, ty to jak do bicia jesteś tu ten worek, ona przez ćpanie znów pusty ma żołądek twoje życie na minusie tak jak sopel niby trochę stary ale z duszy jestem bardziej pojeb te twoje rapy na osi to chujnia a nie konkret ja chcę być cały w mące, ja chcę być cały w Moncler ja to jestem księciem półkrwi jak Snype, ty bez dachu nad głową jak Cabriolet, twój były to ciota twój chłopak to bype, jak ja kocham się wyniszczać jak ja kocham hejt wyrażam się przez artyzm #William Blake dzieciaki jak Sasha Grey łykają ten bait dowiesz się o tym że jesteś tu jak mój set wtedy kiedy twój świat zgaśnie tak jak pet

Ona brudzi mnie choć jest no make up znowu wpadam w letarg, Zapierdolilem w nos sztos właśnie sobie nepa, nagle z rapu w głowie beka, Twoja baba coś tam do mnie szczeka, nie poznaje już człowieka, Bym się napił mleka, ja to dla niej jak apteka, jonita smaży tak jak steka, Kości zostały zurzocne one twarde jak rekina szczeka, tu się liczy głównie pega, chuj wie o czym ta piosenka, ale jak tego słuchasz to coś w tobie pęka, głos w głowie tobie stęka, że brał litości jest w tych dzwiekach Dzisiaj tworzę arcydzieło, strzelam gola Messi Leo, ty będziesz na peronach nosił akordeon, sztuka pod kopułą jak michelangelo, moje słowa Galileo, wyjebane mam tu ego i w sumie to co z tego, bo nie wiem czy wiersz ale twoje wszystko tutaj powstało z niczego, dziś mam dostęp do kodu całościowego, a ty chuja masz małego i chuj ci mordę właśnie za to tu dlatego, Topy kruszą się jak bekon, ona mówi że żyje dzięki lekom, i chuja wbije sobie w duszę jego moja wieża tu nie runie no bo nie jest Jengom Przy nich wielki jestem tak jak King Kong, Dziś naćpany więc z głosami w głowie słowny ping pong, Wszystko napisane cioto tu na tip top, Chyba ci raperzy zapomnieli co to hip hop Słuchasz szpaka no to gugu limbo, Sobie tu wykręcam cyfry jakby to było bingo Tu już i tak nie widać głów, skoro ty na minusie tak jak lód Do tego byś tu wypił nóż bo z ciebie zwykły czub, Czuję dzisiaj tylko zwała kiedyś czułem głód i chłód To prolog a ty nic nie rozumiesz bo w rapgrze ty to noob Ona sama chciała być na wizji a więc zaczynam to show Obraz niewyraźny jakbyś gdzieś był za mgłą Bo mnie zrobili tu na szaro jakbym gdzieś był za mgłą Ale ciebie to nie będę napiedalal bo masz baterii low, Chciałeś być na wizji, zaczynam to show, Wyswietlam końcowe napisy, zdycha każdy clon, Nie włączam telewizji, bo to ja zajmuję tutaj tron Jestem duchem na tej misji, czyli stałe trzymam pion

Jestem duchem tak jak fantom, ale ty masz suko gardło, Temat drogi tak jak kantor, marne przy nim twoje saldo, Takie zera jak ty to zamykam w chmurze tak jak shadow To głębokie jak Balaton, ciągnie tutaj się jak baton, Ja po 2 stronie Charon, dusza cięka tak jak guma Balon, To mnie karmi tak jak Danio, te sumienie krzyczy halo Twój były to gej no i zwykły matoł, Ścina z nóg jak defibrylator, Za futer to sprzedałeś już akumulator Trochę mi zimno w więc takie kurwy jak ty robię w lato

i been poppin tarts i feel just like a poptart

3:00 💀

A los 27 muerxn los Rockstar Pero a cualquier edad un rapstar Si no te gusta donde estas imagínate donde quieres estar Y yo amo mi habitación más que cualquier lugar X2

so fye

Son, you know why you the greatest alive?

500th comment

HERE’S MY LYRICS A.K.A MR.VOICE OR MR. BUCK 👇🏾 👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾 I’LL BE IN THE KITCHEN 🥣 COOKING CHICKEN 🍗 WITH SOME PASTA- AAH HOES BLOWING UP MA PHONE BUT I’M BUSY AT MA HOME CAN’T ANSWER- ER SOME OF THESE BITCHES WORSE THAN CANCER-ER SO I’M LIVING LIKE A ROCK STAR⭐️ SMOKING MY CIGAR 🚬 WHILE FLASHING MY NEW CAR 🚘 DROPPING THESE BARS HARD PLAYING MY GUITAR 🎸 HARD WITH NO STRINGS ATTACHED OR CORD YOU CAN SEE FROM NEAR OR FAR THAT I AM A ROCKSTAR LIVING LIKE A ROCKSTAR I’M ABOUT TO GET MA CROWN WITH NO HELP BUT ON MA OWN EVEN THOUGH I’M UNKOWN BUT I’M RECOGNIZED IN MY HOME TOWN. I’M NOT THAT YOUNG I’M WELL GROWN I’M SKINNY BUT I’M WELL STRONG BIG OR TALL ILL TAKE YOU DOWN SO I’M NOT INTIMIDATED BY YOUR BIG SIZE. I’M THE PRICE CAUSE ALL THEM BIG GIRLS WANNA MAKE ME SLICE. FLIP THE SCRIPT OR FLIP A DICE I TOLD YOU ONCE I’LL TELL YOU TWICE I CAN BE REALLY NICE AND I CAN BE A REAL BAD BOY BUT DONT YOU TAKE ME FOR A TOY I’LL BRING THE HEAT AND THE BEAT IN THE STREETS AND IF YOU’RE UNPREPARED YOU’LL GET DEFEATED. TO BE CONTINUED… FROM TOP 😊✊🏾

If Kaeyan step in the scene I’m fucking it up , Like I’ve been before I got a baddie with me and she on her knees like she wanna praise the lord I know if I drop , I’ll be on top Wtf am I waiting for Fuck that promo and burn that usb I don’t know care what you aiming for you Lean out lean in Fuck it I’m feeling crutchinn I’m gonna double me cup She want me to her cuff like Garda I’m taking it slow like me foot off the clutch Ehhh She got some dog in her , I slut her out Can’t show her where I stay Feeling like 50 (cent ) Forgie Eminem And Izzy move Dr Dre I could be top 5 Not 5 4 3 2 Got a bad 1 giving brain Black and Irish I stand proud I drop bars straight in your face

En breve la Ktm Par de houd y me siento como un rockstar mi cara en bs y en ny voy directo a ser un flágstar puta ando rich bajan tickest bitches lo guardo en la backpack droga en mis pants YOUNG life esquivando por la costa

Thorn lacks a king

requesting permission to freesytle. will tag you when l do

diss na maćka

0:24

I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (ayy, ayy) All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta (mm) Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man, them the shottas When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go grah-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow, pow, pow), ayy, ayy Switch my whip, came back in black I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott, " ayy Close that door, we blowin' smoke She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison, ayy Act a fool on stage Prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car, ayy Shit was legendary Threw a TV out the window of the Montage Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin' Don't give a damn, dude, your girlfriend is a groupie She just tryna get in Sayin', "I'm with the band" Ayy, ayy Now she actin' outta pocket Tryna grab up on my pants, hundred bitches in my trailer Say they ain't got a man And they all brought a friend Yeah, ayy (ayy, ayy) I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (ayy, ayy) All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta (mm) Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man, them the shottas When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go grah-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow, pow, pow) I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars Feelin' like a popstar (21, 21, 21) Drankin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the pool And they ain't got on no bra (bra) Hit her from the back, pullin' on her tracks And now she screamin' out, "No más!" (Yeah, yeah, yeah) They like, "Savage, why you got a 12 car garage And you only got six cars?" (21) I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that? (Kiss that) Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a whole snack (bitch) Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks) L.A. bitches always askin', "Where the Coke at?" (21, 21) Livin' like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard I done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hard? Livin' like a rockstar, I'm livin' like a rockstar (ayy) I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (ayy, ayy) All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man, them the shottas (uh) When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go grah-ta-ta-ta (ta, grah-ta-ta-ta-ta) 'Star, 'star Rockstar Rockstar (rockstar) Rockstar, feel just like a- Rockstar (rockstar) Rockstar, yeah (feel just like a-)

Tank God Tank God Ayy Ayy He estado cogiendo a unas putas y drogándome I've been fucking hoes and popping pillies Hombre, me siento como una estrella de rock (estrella, ayy, ayy) Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy) Todos mis amigos tienen esa yerba rica All my brothers got that gas Y siempre fuman como un Rasta And they always be smoking like a Rasta Si me joden, agarro una Uzi Fucking with me, call up on a Uzi Y aparezco con los tiradores And show up, man, them the shottas Cuando mis compas lleguen a tu zona When my homies pull up on your block Harán que esa arma dispare como grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, ayy, ayy) They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow, ayy, ayy) Cambié mi auto, elegí un todo negro Switch my whip, came back in black Ya les digo: Que en paz descanse, Bon Scott (Scott, ayy) I'm starting saying: Rest in peace to Bon Scott (Scott, ayy) Cierra esa puerta, estamos fumando Close that door, we blowing smoke Ella me pidió que se lo prendiera como si fuera Morrison (ayy) She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison (ayy) Actúo como un tonto en el escenario Act a fool on stage Seguramente voy a salir de mi concierto en un auto de policía (auto, ayy) Prolly' leave my fucking show in a cop car (car, ayy) La rompimos Shit was legendary Lancé un televisor por la ventana del hotel Threw a TV out the window of the Montage Cocaína en la mesa, el licor se está derramando, a nadie le importa Cocaine on the table, liquor pouring, don't give a damn Amigo, tu novia es una chapiadora, solo quiere hacerse famosa Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in Dice: Estoy con la banda, Saying: I'm with the band ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy Ahora está actuando como una loca, intentando quitarme los pantalones Now she acting outta pocket, tryna grab up on my pants Miles de perras en mi remolque diciendo que no tienen un hombre Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man Y todas trajeron una amiga, And they all brought a friend sí, ayy (ayy, ayy) Yeah, ayy (ayy, ayy) He estado cogiendo a unas putas y drogándome I've been fucking hoes and popping pillies Hombre, me siento como una estrella de rock (estrella, ayy, ayy) Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy) Todos mis amigos tienen esa yerba rica All my brothers got that gas Y siempre fuman como un Rasta And they always be smoking like a Rasta Si me joden, agarro una Uzi Fucking with me, call up on a Uzi Y aparezco con los tiradores And show up, man, them the shottas Cuando mis compas lleguen a tu zona When my homies pull up on your block Harán que esa arma dispare como grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow) They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow) He estado en Hollywood Hills cogiendo a unas famosas I've been in the Hills fucking superstars Sintiéndome como una estrella pop (21, 21, 21) Feeling like a popstar (21, 21, 21) Bebiendo coñac, las putas saltando en la piscina Dranking Henny, bad bitches jumping in the pool Y no llevan sostén (sin sostén) And they ain't got on no bra (no bra) La agarré por la espalda, jalé sus extensiones Hit her from the back, pulling on her tracks Y ahora está gritando: ¡No más! (Sí, sí, sí) And now she screaming out: ¡No más! (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ellas preguntan: Savage, ¿por qué tienes un garaje para doce autos They like: Savage, why you got a twelve car garage Si solo tienes seis? (21) And you only got six cars? (21) No me gusta el maquillaje, ¿cómo besas eso? I ain't with the caking, how you kiss that? (Kiss that?) Tu esposa dice que me veo muy rico (muy rico) Your wifey say I'm looking like a whole snack (big snack) Tengo mucha plata en mi caja fuerte, tengo mucha plata vieja guardada (plata vieja) Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks) Las perras de Los Angeles están siempre preguntando: ¿Dónde está la coca? (21, 21) LA bitches always asking: Where the coke at? (21, 21) Viviendo como una estrella de rock, rompiendo los autos de policía Living like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car Más dulce que un Pop-Tart, sabes que no eres todo eso que crees Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard Estoy en las listas de éxitos, recuerdo que solía vender drogas I done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hard Ahora estoy viviendo como una estrella de rock, estoy viviendo como una estrella de rock (ayy) Living like a rockstar, I'm living like a rockstar (ayy) He estado cogiendo a unas putas y drogándome I've been fucking hoes and popping pillies Hombre, me siento como una estrella de rock (estrella, ayy, ayy) Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy) Todos mis amigos tienen esa yerba rica All my brothers got that gas Y siempre fuman como un Rasta (sí, sí, sí, sí) And they always be smoking like a Rasta (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Si me joden, agarro una Uzi Fucking with me, call up on a Uzi Y aparezco con los tiradores And show up, man, them the shottas Cuando mis compas lleguen a tu zona When my homies pull up on your block Harán que esa arma dispare como grrra-ta-ta-ta (grrra-ta-ta-ta) They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (grrra-ta-ta-ta-ta) (Estrella, estrella, estrella de rock, estrella) (Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star) (Estrella de rock) (Rockstar) (Estrella de rock, me siento como una estrella) (Rockstar, feel just like a rock) (Estrella de rock) (Rockstar) (Estrella de rock) (Rockstar) (Estrella de rock) (Rockstar) (Me siento como una) (Feel just like a

rockstar (feat. 21 Savage) Post Malone Hahahahaha Tank God Ayy I've been fucking hoes and popping pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy) All my brothers got that gas And they always be smoking like a Rasta Fucking with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man, them the shottas When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow, ayy, ayy) Switch my whip, came back in black I'm starting saying: Rest in peace to Bon Scott (Scott, ayy) Close that door, we blowing smoke She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison (ayy) Act a fool on stage Prolly' leave my fucking show in a cop car (car, ayy) Shit was legendary Threw a TV out the window of the Montage Cocaine on the table, liquor pouring, don't give a damn Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in Saying: I'm with the band Ayy, ayy Now she acting outta pocket, tryna grab up on my pants Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man And they all brought a friend Yeah, ayy (ayy, ayy) I've been fucking hoes and popping pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy) All my brothers got that gas And they always be smoking like a Rasta Fucking with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man, them the shottas When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow) I've been in the Hills fucking superstars Feeling like a popstar (21, 21, 21) Dranking Henny, bad bitches jumping in the pool And they ain't got on no bra (no bra) Hit her from the back, pulling on her tracks And now she screaming out: ¡No más! (Yeah, yeah, yeah) They like: Savage, why you got a twelve car garage And you only got six cars? (21) I ain't with the caking, how you kiss that? (Kiss that?) Your wifey say I'm looking like a whole snack (big snack) Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks) LA bitches always asking: Where the coke at? (21, 21) Living like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard I done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hard Living like a rockstar, I'm living like a rockstar (ayy) I've been fucking hoes and popping pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy) All my brothers got that gas And they always be smoking like a Rasta (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Fucking with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man, them the shottas When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (grrra-ta-ta-ta-ta) (Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star) (Rockstar) (Rockstar, feel just like a rock) (Rockstar) (Rockstar) (Rockstar) (Feel just like

The bass on point

my spirit picks up on something creepy and eery in this song

Get it Text a message, I don't know the number Flexin' on these niggas, every bone and muscle Steady takin' shots, but never hurtin' numbers Even then, y'all don't worry nothin' And I'd like to give a shout out to my niggas with a game plan And shout outs all my niggas with escape plans Uh, twenty bands, rain dance We could either rain check or we can make plans Pockets loaded, rocket loaded, okay, let's rock and roll this Time to go, Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels Locked and loaded, diamonds glowin', chart-climbing on 'em You'd think I'm jumpin' out the window how I got 'em open Line around the corner, line 'em up the block and over Sometimes I even stop the smokin' when it's time to focus My shades, Dior, my pants, velour Create, explore, expand, conquer I came, I saw, I came, I saw I praise the Lord, then break the law I take what's mine, then take some more It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours I came, I saw, I came, I saw I praise the Lord, then break the law I take what's mine, then take some more It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours [Verse 2: Skepta] Yeah, I sold the pack, the loose, the hard (Yeah) I listened to X, I peeped the bars (Yeah) The snakes, the rats, the cats, the dogs The game's a trap, protect your heart (Yeah) I waited in line, return, refine The new design, it's time to shine To shine, to shine, to shine, to shine I hustle, I flex, the world is mine So please believe, allow the greaze These niggas disease, don't speak, we squeeze I make the devil go weak the knees You hate, you're lame, your loss [Chorus: Skepta] I came, I saw, I came, I saw I praise the Lord, then break the law I take what's mine, then take some more It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours I came, I saw, I came, I saw I praise the Lord, then break the law I take what's mine, then take some more It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours

3:02

why is no one talking about the fact that this is not how the actual instrumental goes

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] Get it Text a message, I don't know the number Flexin' on these niggas, every bone and muscle Steady takin' shots, but never hurtin' numbers Even then, y'all don't worry nothin' And I'd like to give a shout out to my niggas with a game plan And shout outs all my niggas with escape plans Uh, twenty bands, rain dance We could either rain check or we can make plans Pockets loaded, rocket loaded, okay, let's rock and roll this Time to go, Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels Locked and loaded, diamonds glowin', chart-climbing on 'em You'd think I'm jumpin' out the window how I got 'em open Line around the corner, line 'em up the block and over Sometimes I even stop the smokin' when it's time to focus My shades, Dior, my pants, velour Create, explore, expand, conquer [Chorus: Skepta] I came, I saw, I came, I saw I praise the Lord, then break the law I take what's mine, then take some more It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours I came, I saw, I came, I saw I praise the Lord, then break the law I take what's mine, then take some more It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours [Verse 2: Skepta] Yeah, I sold the pack, the loose, the hard (Yeah) I listened to X, I peeped the bars (Yeah) The snakes, the rats, the cats, the dogs The game's a trap, protect your heart (Yeah) I waited in line, return, refine The new design, it's time to shine To shine, to shine, to shine, to shine I hustle, I flex, the world is mine So please believe, allow the greaze These niggas disease, don't speak, we squeeze I make the devil go weak the knees You hate, you're lame, your loss [Chorus: Skepta] I came, I saw, I came, I saw I praise the Lord, then break the law I take what's mine, then take some more It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours I came, I saw, I came, I saw I praise the Lord, then break the law I take what's mine, then take some more It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours [Verse 3: A$AP Rocky & Skepta] Uh, she came, I came, now what's my name? My chain, my pants, my pants with the chain They know it's me, the hat and the shades They heard my voice and they ran to the stage My Vans, my braids, my mans, my babes My girls, my ex, my hoes that I left The way I stepped out the car, that's a flex Give thanks, get fresh, praise the Lord then finesse, bless [Chorus: Skepta] I came, I saw, I came, I saw I praise the Lord, then break the law I take what's mine, then take some more It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours I came, I saw, I came, I saw I praise the Lord, then break the law I take what's mine, then take some more It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours

21❤

His laugh... 😮

Listening to this in 2024, this is how life be feeling rn..

Ella me sonrie endemoniada con sangre en la boca Me sirve un vaso con hielo con wizky a la roca Ella dice que en sauces solo uno la tiene loca

Eskereeeeeee

Thằng bạn gọi, tao đangg quaa Gọi tao người nông dân, tao mang hoa

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Yo this was followed up with nut cracker remix ad. It weeennttt hard

Get it Text message I don't know the number Flexin' on these niggas With every bone and muscle Steady taking shots But I never heard about them Even them you don't worry none And I'd like to give a shoutout to my niggas With the game plan And shoutout to my niggas With escape plans Twenty bands rain dance We can keep the rain check Or we can make plans Pockets loaded rocket loaded Killers rock and rollers Time to go lock stock And two smoking barrels Locked and loaded Diamonds glowing chop coming on it You think I'm jumping out the window How I got 'em open Ride around the corner line 'em up To block it over Times I even stop the smoking When it's time to focus My shades dior my pants velour Create explore expand conquer I came I saw I came I saw I praise the lord then break the law I take what's mine then take some more It rains it pours it rains it pours I came I saw I came I saw I praise the lord then break the law I take what's mine then take some more It rains it pours it rains it pours Yeah I sold the pack the loose the hard I listened to x I'm peak the bars The snakes the rats the cats the dogs The games attract protect your heart I waited in line return refine The new design it's time to shine To shine to shine to shine to shine I hustle I flex the world is mine So please believe allow the greaze These niggas disease Don't speak we squeeze I make the devil go weak the knees You hate you're lame your loss I came I saw I came I saw I praise the lord then break the law I take what's mine then take some more It rains it pours it rains it pours I came I saw I came I saw I praise the lord then break the law I take what's mine then take some more It rains it pours it rains it pours She came I came now whats my name My chain my pants my pants with the chain They know its me the hat and the shades They heard my voice And they ran to the stage My vans my braids my mans my babes My girls my ex them hoes that I left The way that I stepped out the car Thats a flex I came I saw I came I saw I praise the lord then break the law I take what's mine then take some more It rains it pours it rains it pours I came I saw I came I saw I praise the lord then break the law I take what's mine then take some more It rains it pours it rains it pours

Không còn nhiều thời gian, để cà cê cố Sáng thứ 7 , alo ae, hễ cà phê phố Bảnh phải như tụi tao, từ đầu đến chân Bồ anh rapper, nhiều màu mới ưng Tiền thì tụt trong túi , vẽ cái cảnh mới tinh uầy Người em cũng ít mảnh, nhưng mà chảnh mới xinh uầy

Cảnh mới tinh Chảnh mới xinh

Я кавер записал, спасибо огромное за минусовку,как никак,я его выпустил.

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Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] Get it Text a message, I don't know the number Flexin' on these niggas, every bone and muscle Steady takin' shots, but never hurtin' em Even then, y'all worry nothin', And I would like to give a shout out to my niggas with a game plan And shout outs all my niggas with escape plans Yeah , twenty bands, rain dance We could either rain check or we can make plans Pockets loaded, rocket loaded, 'kay, let's rock and roll this Time to go, Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels Locked and loaded, diamonds glowin', chart-climbing on 'em You'd think I'm jumpin' out the window how I got 'em open Line around the corner, line 'em up the block and over Sometimes I even stop the smokin' when it's time to focus My shades, Dior, my pants, velour Create, explore, expand, conquer [Chorus: Skepta] I came, I saw, I came, I saw I praise the Lord, then break the law I take what's mine, then take some more It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours I came, I saw, I came, I saw I praise the Lord, then break the law I take what's mine, then take some more It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours

this just a loop bruh, not real

I been smokin' gas, killin' bitches Man, I feel just like a gang-star Cover up my face like a ninja In this Alexander Wang scarf I'ma drop a bag, they gon' pull up And then they gon' let them things off I ain't switchin' up my hairstyle But my niggas let it bang off Percocets and Addies, lookin' for a fuck I could give All these hatin' bitches plottin', why they can't let me live? Me and Weezy in LIV When my album drop these bitches is gon' cry in the car All your yes-men out here lyin', had you dyin' to spar You was tryin' too hard I'm out here livin' though, I am out here livin' though Me and Tunechi winnin' though Slimes out here twinnin' though I am on my pivot though, I am just so pivotal Bands, I go get it though, Weezy on his pedestal A lot of gang shit, a whole lot of gang shit All these plaques is pilin' up, it's nowhere to hang shit These bitches pussy though Pushed them out my pussy though Niggas want my cookie though 'Cause it taste like cookie dough Smoke, I got a free pack; flow sick, get a Z-pak Niggas don't mean my race when they say "She blacked" I am the Queen (Facts), I'm everything she lacks Bitch get on your kneecap, I don't mean C. Kaep' I'll get you checked, pussy; I'll get you a free pap You bitches don't ball out, you get your QB sacked I'm OBJ, hoes; break records like ankles I've been that bitch since ice cream with the sprinkles Tell 'em carry on, they gon' miss me when I'm gone I'm gone

Get it Text a message, I don't know the number Flexin' on these niggas, every bone and muscle Steady takin' shots, but never hurtin' numbers Even then, y'all don't worry nothin' And I'd like to give a shout out to my niggas with a game plan And shout outs all my niggas with escape plans Uh, twenty bands, rain dance We could either rain check or we can make plans Pockets loaded, rocket loaded, okay, let's rock and roll this Time to go, Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels Locked and loaded, diamonds glowin', chart-climbing on 'em You'd think I'm jumpin' out the window how I got 'em open Line around the corner, line 'em up the block and over Sometimes I even stop the smokin' when it's time to focus My shades, Dior, my pants, velour Create, explore, expand, conquer Clever & Einer Bankz 'Backwoods' (Live Performance) | Open Mic [Chorus: Skepta] I came, I saw, I came, I saw I praise the Lord, then break the law I take what's mine, then take some more It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours I came, I saw, I came, I saw I praise the Lord, then break the law I take what's mine, then take some more It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours [Verse 2: Skepta] Yeah, I sold the pack, the loose, the hard (Yeah) I listened to X, I peeped the bars (Yeah) The snakes, the rats, the cats, the dogs The game's a trap, protect your heart (Yeah) I waited in line, return, refine The new design, it's time to shine To shine, to shine, to shine, to shine I hustle, I flex, the world is mine So please believe, allow the greaze These niggas disease, don't speak, we squeeze I make the devil go weak the knees You hate, you're lame, your loss [Chorus: Skepta] I came, I saw, I came, I saw I praise the Lord, then break the law I take what's mine, then take some more It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours I came, I saw, I came, I saw I praise the Lord, then break the law I take what's mine, then take some more It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours

Listened to this in loop for about 2hrs (06-08-2023) Listened for 2hrs in loop again (06-08-2023)

Lyrics Hahahahaha Tank God Ayy, ayy I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (ayy, ayy) All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man, them the shottas When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow, pow, pow, ayy, ayy) Switch my whip, came back in black I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott" (Scott, ayy) Close that door, we blowin' smoke She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison ('son, ayy) Act a fool on stage Prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car (car, ayy) Shit was legendary Threw a TV out the window of the Montage Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin', don't give a damn Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in Sayin', "I'm with the band" (ayy, ayy) Now she actin' outta pocket, tryna grab up on my pants Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man And they all brought a friend (yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy) I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (ayy, ayy) All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man, them the shottas When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow, pow, pow) I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars Feelin' like a popstar (21, 21, 21) Drinkin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the pool And they ain't got on no bra (bra) Hit her from the back, pullin' on her tracks And now she screamin' out, "¡No más!" (yeah, yeah, yeah) They like, "Savage, why you got a twelve car garage And you only got six cars?" (21) I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that? (kiss that?) Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a whole snack (big snack) Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks) L.A. bitches always askin', "Where the coke at?" (21, 21) Livin' like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard I done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hard Livin' like a rockstar, I'm livin' like a rockstar (ayy) I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (ayy, ayy) All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man, them the shottas When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta, grrra-ta-ta-ta-ta) Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star Rockstar Rockstar, feel just like a- Rockstar Rockstar Rockstar Feel just like a

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