Sto sul beat, Come nel suo vestitino, Flow da cambio, In camerino, Lei pensa,da Milano a Pechino. Flow Pacino, Tu sei un Delfino, E galleggi,cazzeggi, Non ci prendi. Siamo in 6 su un pandino, Non siamo in landing, Stiamo prendendo il fortino. Regia,Chek’it Tarantino, Così italiana, Da farci sparare, sul primo, Qui non passeggi, Meglio guardi,dritto, Dal finestrino, Sto chiudendo, Voi,in un passeggino. Passate kili, ma io dico manco un kilo. So di gente,che stimo. Che se non ha, sa non li privo. Se poi c’è una bocca in più, Di un bambino. Non sei gansta, non sei Gambino. Abbassa la capa, E spera che ti schivo.
A b c wats dat character gotta do wit me im all hydraulics how can i paul wall it i mean papa it it was rotten its in my past forgotten im johnyy going fast thas cartoon up on my dash you know that paint just laughs somedays go by im looking for the up in i im chad hugo the mfng big guy ❤
Man where ya wanna go im talking timbs with elmos thats laughter bitches getting obliterated by this disaster its backgrounds on the check yea i know its a wreck ❤
Be honest Hey darling why don’t u listen to the postman Be honest Hey darling why don’t u listen to the newscaster Be honest Cause death might be at your door Death might be at your door Be honest Cause death might be at your door Death might be at your door It was six in the morning I was trap phone calling She was hanging by the door thread Looking at me as if she wanted to go ahead Did she see the avalanche Or the gangster posted ready to ruin ur plans Did she hear the postman sing Candyman Candyman come to the ring
Try to tell the truth cant taint the fucken youth Split who With these words I induce you Crude That bitch can get ugly at times Set you up but it runs thru they blood Be an honest man a be workers of the hand Tell the truth until youre thru Let the light shine on you
YOU NEED TO MAKE MORE BEATS LIKE THIS!!🔥🔥🔥🔥💯💯💯
This beat is cleaaaaaaan
The beat NASTY 🤮🔥
ay preciate it
Mixing is ON POINT
You gotta make more like this bro, straight fye 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Keep it up 🙌🏻🙌🏻
this fye asf bro 🔥
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Nobody did the oversize look better than dipset
Nastyyyyy
👍
Well done
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SHEESH
this is smooth as fuck
Sto sul beat,
Come nel suo vestitino,
Flow da cambio,
In camerino,
Lei pensa,da Milano a Pechino.
Flow Pacino,
Tu sei un Delfino,
E galleggi,cazzeggi,
Non ci prendi.
Siamo in 6 su un pandino,
Non siamo in landing,
Stiamo prendendo il fortino.
Regia,Chek’it Tarantino,
Così italiana,
Da farci sparare,
sul primo,
Qui non passeggi,
Meglio guardi,dritto,
Dal finestrino,
Sto chiudendo,
Voi,in un passeggino.
Passate kili,
ma io dico manco un kilo.
So di gente,che stimo.
Che se non ha,
sa non li privo.
Se poi c’è una bocca in più,
Di un bambino.
Non sei gansta,
non sei Gambino.
Abbassa la capa,
E spera che ti schivo.
cool sample :) what this name?
can use it? non profit, its art
Just letting you know you spell cordae wrong every time
LMAOOO thanks bruh 😭
❤🫡🔥
How much?
hit dms
A b c wats dat character gotta do wit me im all hydraulics how can i paul wall it i mean papa it it was rotten its in my past forgotten im johnyy going fast thas cartoon up on my dash you know that paint just laughs somedays go by im looking for the up in i im chad hugo the mfng big guy ❤
damn no where to buy?
hit my gmail
Man where ya wanna go im talking timbs with elmos thats laughter bitches getting obliterated by this disaster its backgrounds on the check yea i know its a wreck ❤
But they love it when i flex im feeling like travis man these m's i gotta have it get me a kylie & watch me grab it ❤
But they love it when I flex im feeling like travis these m's I gotta have this come be my Kylie a couple years la8ter you like how he wife me ❤
I'm feeling like white you love how my dick bulge that's shots on hold yea my dick game real bold gah damn the boy cold ❤
Tengo una bolsa de copa de nieve para que te cagué todo el psique. By: Bill CR Ft Ponte
I can hear drake on this some jay z shit
Be honest
Hey darling why don’t u listen to the postman
Be honest
Hey darling why don’t u listen to the newscaster
Be honest
Cause death might be at your door
Death might be at your door
Be honest
Cause death might be at your door
Death might be at your door
It was six in the morning
I was trap phone calling
She was hanging by the door thread
Looking at me as if she wanted to go ahead
Did she see the avalanche
Or the gangster posted ready to ruin ur plans
Did she hear the postman sing
Candyman Candyman come to the ring
Try to tell the truth cant taint the fucken youth
Split who
With these words
I induce you
Crude
That bitch can get ugly at times
Set you up but it runs thru they blood
Be an honest man a be workers of the hand
Tell the truth until youre thru
Let the light shine on you