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    Lyrics connor price x bbno$ – not a beanie

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    connor price x bbno$ – not a beanie (visualizer) Lyrics
    Yeah
    I get what I want don’t need no genie
    This right here a toque it ain’t no beanie
    Every time they see me now they froze
    No there ain’t a thing that you can teach me
    Rest In Peace to Feeny
    Got my own Topanga at the show

    I ain’t at the top but I feel close to it
    Got the speakers knocking now these doors they keep on opening
    Got too many yes men in your circle how you supposed to win
    If I play this for my girl and she don’t like it I ain’t posting it
    Woah
    Rap game Mr. Beast, popping up on those screens
    Laptop and a dream, top notch with the keys
    Wait
    Blast off outta reach, hop-scotching on beats
    Cause I just keep stepping on squares, these numbers increase
    Woah, yeah
    bbno$ and Connor that’s baby no price
    Okay, right?
    Yeah, that’s sounding nice
    Baby no price, roll off the tongue got me saying it twice
    Me falling off keep wishing
    Tried to grant me three wishes but, look

    I get what I want don’t need no genie
    This right here a toque it ain’t no beanie
    Every time they see me now they froze
    No there ain’t a thing that you can teach me
    Rest In Peace to Feeny
    Got my own Topanga at the show

    I just looked up what Topanga means
    Got one goal this year I need more enemies
    Baby no real rap shit don’t speak with energy baby no better me
    Just woke up I sip amphetamines
    Ain’t so sure you know what better means
    Just made a milli off a song bout green beans
    Baby no price done blew up smithereens
    Freakin in my DMs point five photo keep it promiscuous
    Two tens kissing by themselves twenty simultaneous
    They said baby smooth ain’t talking subcutaneous
    Finally got my paper straight its filed miscellaneous
    bbno$, my brother in Christ
    Connor he killing it, checking the price
    456 when I roll on some dice
    By the way ladies I ain’t circumcised
    I need a new girl to treat me real nice
    Run around rappers I love exercise

    I get what I want don’t need no genie
    This right here a toque it ain’t no beanie
    Every time they see me now they froze
    No there ain’t a thing that you can teach me
    Rest In Peace to Feeny
    Got my own Topanga at the show

    bbno$, Connor Price
    bbno$, Connor Price
    I hope this boy drink I want some ice
    I’ll see you real soon, goodnight
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    Lyrics Chlöe – Body Do

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    Chlöe – Body Do (Official Visualizer) Lyrics
    Do you ever wonder, like, who else is fucking your man?
    Your body like this, mm
    Your body like this, yeah
    Your body like this
    Your body like this

    I’m so tired, full of inviting, yeah
    (Pop, pop, pop, pop your, pop, pop, pop, pop your, pop, pop, pop, pop your, pop, pop your body like this, this)
    Just come over, into the night, yeah, in me
    (Pop, pop, pop, pop your, pop, pop, pop, pop your, pop, pop, pop, pop your, pop, pop your body like this, this)
    I hate that they say this

    I deserve better, but I want the feeling I know
    Yeah, I know better

    You know I can’t trust you (ah-ah-ah-ah)
    As far as I can throw you (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
    But I’ma trust what that body do (ah-ah-ah-ah)
    Yeah, I’ma trust what that body do (ah, ah)
    Yeah, I could never ever love you (ah-ah-ah-ah)
    ‘Cause I could never evеr trust you (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
    But I’ma trust what that body do (ah-ah-ah-ah)
    ‘Cause I can see what that body do, what that body do, hey

    (Pop, pop, pop, pop your) give mе that body, like this
    (Pop, pop, pop, pop your) give me that, drop it like this (uh, uh, uh, uh)
    (Pop, pop, pop, pop your) give me that, lick it like this (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
    (Pop, pop) give me that body, like this (uh, uh, uh, uh)

    (Pop, pop, pop, pop your) I want you now
    (Pop, pop, pop, pop your) be so, so scandalous (uh-huh)
    (Pop, pop, pop, pop your) don’t slow it down
    (Pop, pop your body like this, this) baby, go on with it (now)
    (Pop, pop, pop, pop your) and I put it down, put it down right
    (Pop, pop, pop, pop your) make the nigga wanna change, yeah, change his life, hey (down)
    (Pop, pop, pop, pop your) and I put it down heavy, every time
    (Pop, pop your body like this, this) when you pick it up, make you wanna change your life, hey
    (Pop, pop, pop, pop your) huh, who them other bitches that you had?
    (Pop, pop, pop, pop your) I don’t even really like to brag, they don’t have it like this
    (Pop, pop, pop, pop your) who them other bitches that you had?
    (Pop, pop your body like this, this) when you touch my body-ody, betcha I’ma make sure you forget

    (Your body like this, pop)
    I deserve better (your body like this, pop)
    But I want the feeling I know (know)
    Yeah, I know better (like this)

    You know I can’t trust you (ah)
    As far as I can throw you (ah)
    But I’ma trust what that body do (ah)
    Yeah, I’ma trust what that body do (body do; ah)
    Yeah, I could never ever love you (ah)
    ‘Cause I could never ever trust you (trust you, oh; ah)
    But I’ma trust what that body do (ah)
    ‘Cause I’ma see what that body do, what that body do, hey

    (Pop, pop, pop, pop your) give me that body, like this (give me)
    (Pop, pop, pop, pop your) give me that, drop it like this (give me; uh, uh, uh, uh)
    (Pop, pop, pop, pop your) give me that, lick it like this (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
    (Pop, pop) give me that body, like this (uh, uh, uh, uh)

    Trust you (ah)
    As far as I can throw you (ah)
    But I’ma trust what that body do (ah)
    Yeah, I’ma trust what that body do (ah, oh)
    Love you (give me that body, like this)
    ‘Cause I could never ever trust you (give me that, drop it like this)
    But I’ma trust what that body do (give me that, lick it like this)
    ‘Cause I can see what that body do, what that body do, hey (give me that body, like this)

    Lie to me, baby
    You know I’m lyin’ too, baby
    Yeah, I make it go crazy
    What that body do, that body do, hey
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    Lyrics Baby Tate & Saweetie – Hey, Mickey!

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    Baby Tate & Saweetie – Hey, Mickey! [Official Visualizer] Lyrics
    Hey, Mickey! (Hey, Mickey! Hey, Mickey!)

    Oh, Mickey, you’re so fine
    So fine you blow my mind
    Oh, Mickey, you’re so fine
    So fine you—, uh, uh, uh, oh
    Oh, Mickey, you’re so fine
    So fine you blow my mind
    Oh, Mickey, you’re so fine
    So fine you blow my mind

    Met this boy named Mickey, he had on some yellow dickies
    I knew he was a ho because his neck had hella hickies
    I said: It’s nice to meet you, shook his hand and it was sticky
    I looked into his eyes and then that’s when it hit me, I said
    Oh, Mickey, you’re so fine, so fine you blow my mind
    I just might let you come into my life and waste my time
    I don’t see no other men, boy, you done turned me blind
    You make me deaf ‘cause I believe you even when you lyin’

    Never met a nigga like this (never met a nigga like this)
    Make a bitch wanna cash in all her chips (wanna cash in all her chips)
    Tell my friends: I’ll see you later, girl, I gotta dip (I’ll see you later, girl, I gotta dip)
    ‘Cause I gotta meeting with a man named Dick (meeting with a man named Dick)

    But I call him Richard, he’s richer than Bill Gates
    Gets me wetter than superior lake
    Takes me on hundred thousand dollar dates
    And I don’t even have to give him cake
    He just call me baby, he don’t call me Tate
    He whip up that white girl, he beating on Kate
    I just might marry that nigga today
    But then I found out that Mickey was gay, oh

    Oh, Mickey, you’re so fine
    Oh, Mickey, you’re so fine
    So fine you blow my mind
    Oh, oh, Mickey, you’re so fine
    So fine you blow my mind
    Oh, Mickey, you’re so fine
    So fine you blow my mind

    Ayy, Mickey maybe I could be your Minnie (uh-huh)
    I’m about my cheddar but I never been no snitchey, zip them lippy’s
    Flexin’ all that cash but you acting like a kiddie
    This ain’t Disney, real boss bitch, leave a nigga quick
    What I look like? I’m too litty
    Ayy, bay-bay, I’m with Tate, she a taurus, I’m a cancer
    Where my college bitches? USC my alma mater
    Is her booty real? Girl, does it even matter?
    ‘Cause Saweetie breaking hearts
    And you know these hoes can’t stand her
    FaceTime him, got my booty shorts on
    If you gonna whip it out, boy, it better be long
    Wait, hol’ on, one sec, put my lip gloss on
    Damn, lovin’ what I see when I’m lookin’ at my phone
    Hey Mickey, can you take my pic-ey?
    I look good at every angle so just take it I ain’t picky (hahaha, mwah)

    Oh, Mickey, you’re so fine
    Oh, Mickey, you’re so fine
    So fine you blow my mind
    Oh, oh, Mickey, you’re so fine
    So fine you blow my mind
    Oh, Mickey, you’re so fine
    So fine you blow my mind

    Hey, Mickey!
    Hey, Mickey!
    Hey, Mickey!
    Hey, Mickey!
    Hey, Mickey!
    Hahaha
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    Lyrics Flowers – Miley Cyrus (Jazz Waltz Cover) feat. Stella Katherine Cole

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    Flowers – Miley Cyrus (Jazz Waltz Cover) feat. Stella Katherine Cole Lyrics
    We were good, we were gold
    Kind of dream that can’t be sold
    We were right ‘til we weren’t
    Built a home and watched it burn

    Hum, I didn’t wanna leave you
    I didn’t wanna lie
    Started to cry, but then remembered I

    I can buy myself flowers
    Write my name in the sand
    Talk to myself for hours
    Say things you don’t understand
    I can take myself dancing
    And I can hold my own hand
    Yeah, I can love me better than you can

    Can love me better
    I can love me better, baby
    Can love me better
    I can love me better, baby

    Paint my nails cherry-red
    Match the roses that you left
    No remorse, no regret
    I forgive every word you said

    Ooh, I didn’t wanna leave, baby
    I didn’t wanna fight
    Started to cry, but then remembered I

    I can buy myself flowers
    Write my name in the sand
    Talk to myself for hours, yeah
    Say things you don’t understand
    I can take myself dancing, yeah
    I can hold my own hand
    Yeah, I can love me better than you can

    Can love me better
    I can love me better, baby
    Can love me better
    I can love me better, baby
    Can love me better
    I can love me better, baby
    Can love me better, ooh, I

    I didn’t wanna leave you
    I didn’t wanna fight
    Started to cry, but then remembered I

    I can buy myself flowers (uh, huh)
    Write my name in the sand (ooh)
    Talk to myself for hours (yeah)
    Say things you don’t understand (better than you)
    I can take myself dancing (yeah)
    I can hold my own hand
    Yeah, I can love me better than
    Yeah, I can love me better than you can

    Can love me better
    I can love me better, baby (oh)
    Can love me better
    I can love me better, baby (than you can)
    Can love me better
    I can love me better, baby
    Can love me better, I
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    Lyrics BTS, 손흥민, 픽시드 렛쓰고 (feat. BTS 지민)

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    BTS, 손흥민, 픽시드 렛쓰고 (feat. BTS 지민)|PIXID Lyrics
    Check out the lyrics the full song with official video to listen to, Learn to sing this song. available for all countries Song lyrics not found: Submit the lyrics of this song.In the form! letras2.com
    [formidable id=4]
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    Lyrics OMAS & Awon – The Rage (feat. Micah Martin)

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    OMAS & Awon – The Rage (feat. Micah Martin) [NCS Release] Lyrics
    Check out the lyrics the full song with official video to listen to, Learn to sing this song. available for all countries Song lyrics not found: Submit the lyrics of this song.In the form! letras2.com
    [formidable id=4]
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    Lyrics Critical – PİRANA feat. UZI

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    Critical – PİRANA feat. UZI Lyrics
    [“PİRANA” için şarkı sözleri]

    [Giriş: Critical]
    Money gang, yemin gibi zorla
    Bu ben miyim bra? Suratıma baksana
    Şimdi çok gerici bi’ anıya rastlamak
    Bakıp izin verirler o yere düşmene, brr

    [Verse 1: Critical]
    Kafa taş gibi, gülümseme kaplama
    Merhametim evime kadar baba
    Kilit kafa, bataklık; çözüm yok
    Cehennemin dibine kadar baba
    Leşe bile iş koyan akbaba
    Peşine düşer, işi boşlama
    Kafa dolu, fıçı gibi kapkara
    Çocuk güvende, işler ak baba
    Düştü tanıdıklarımız camdan kaba
    Kan çok pahalı ve geçmez para
    Senin gibi düşünenler aldı çok yara
    Yol uzun, başın dik ama kader
    [Nakarat: Critical]
    Yaktık, sönmüyor alev (Alev)
    Duman olmuyor çare
    Çilem çok hızlı pirana
    Sözüm söz, son mermim saklı krala (Krala)
    Yaktık, sönmüyor alev (Alev)
    Duman olmuyor çare (Çare)
    Çilem çok hızlı pirana (Pirana)
    Sözüm söz, son mermim saklı krala (Krala)

    [Köprü: UZI & Critical]
    Mesajımı anladın mı? (Ya)
    Rakip değilsiniz, bra
    Yeah
    Sokakta, sahnede, mikrofon başında (GNG Clan)
    Sadece merhamet ettiklerimizsiniz
    Yeah, Chavo

    [Verse 2: UZI]
    Sürü gibi ailem ve kararımda tekim
    Çok mu merak ettin nasıl doluyor bu cebim?
    Her yerinde dövme var, bi’ acayip tipin
    Sana nasıl baktı o karılar? Big money flippin’
    Akar kanınız, olur suratımız buz
    Sana soran olmadı, orospu, bi’ sus
    On numara salaklara yatıyo’sunuz
    Bizi yokladınız, uzatmaya oynuyo’sunuz
    Konuştum defalarca, bu sefer konu farklı
    Gırtlağıma düğümledim, söyl’i’ceğim yarım kaldı
    Karşımızda durabilen bi’ tane adam var mı?
    Zaten bi’ tek intikamı benden bi’ kadın aldı
    Kazımadım, kopardım bu tırnaklarımla, bra
    O yüzden yapışırım gırtlaklarına
    Belki sana davranırım, çıkmam yarına
    Ve de güvenemem büyük şeh’rin kaltaklarına
    Çok az uyuyorum çünkü para sayıyorum
    Aileme bakıyorum, kafa yoruyorum
    Sade’ sana değil, ben herkese bela oluyorum
    Bazen kendi düşünceme bile ayar oluyorum
    [Nakarat: Critical]
    Yaktık, sönmüyor alev (Alev)
    Duman olmuyor çare (Yeah)
    Çilem çok hızlı pirana
    Sözüm söz, son mermim saklı krala (Krala)
    Yaktık, sönmüyor alev (Alev)
    Duman olmuyor çare (Çare)
    Çilem çok hızlı pirana (Pirana)
    Sözüm söz, son mermim saklı krala (Krala)

    [Çıkış]
    (Etki on the track)
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    Lyrics Dom Corleo – IDK (feat Highway)

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    Dom Corleo – IDK (feat Highway) [Dir. by @DotComNirvan] Lyrics
    [Intro]
    (My boy Henney, what’s up? Nigga, I know you in here)
    (808 Mafia)

    [Chorus: Dom Corleo]
    Told her I’ma go shopping, blow a bag on myself
    Please don’t ask me what it’s costing, I don’t even know myself
    I bought it, I ain’t had no option, I gotta go get fly as hell
    Put it on now I’m flyer than ever, yeah, Maison Margiela the stepper
    Put that shit on and it’s wet like umbrella
    Pick her up and she wet like umbrella
    Dropped the ho off, I don’t know what to tell her
    Walk in the bank and I’m cool with the teller
    I got a T on my bag and that’s Teflar
    And I know what up so I’ma go far
    I got my money and I went far
    Rock out a show, bitch, I’ma go hard
    Got a G on me and that’s for Goyard
    [Verse 1: Dom Corleo]
    Yeah, Goyard bag, rocking them Goyard tags
    Double B I took the Goyard back
    Ksubi jeans without the Saks Fifth tag
    ‘Cause I bought it at Neiman’s
    Bitch, I’m so cold like anemic
    Told that bitch that I love her with no feeling
    Showed her I’m off of the drugs when I’m feeling
    Huh, huh, huh, bitch, I feel like money, huh, I feel like hundreds, huh
    Man, I feel that coming, huh, feel that money
    Told the bad bitch I feel like money
    Told the ho she ain’t getting none from me
    Told the ho she ain’t getting none dummy
    Yeah, I’m popping my shit, going dummy

    [Verse 2: Highway]
    I’m geeking up, I’m going junky (I’m geeking up, I’m going junky)
    My thot, she wanna pay some to touch me
    Flawless set diamonds my earring, I had to go bust out my racks
    I’m tired of rocking the Rick, I’m stocking that shit, bitch, just fuck all that shit
    My clothes so tight, [?]
    We know you won’t bust, boy, tuck in your shit
    You on the bus and I’m vrooming with this shit
    I know you rhyming but we doing this shit
    Gone off the geek looking stupid as shit
    Jump in the crowd for amusement and shit (Yeah, you know that I did)
    Addicted to drugs, money, and sex (And sex)
    This money, it get a bitch wet
    Ain’t nothing, I told the bitch, “Yeah”
    So sorry, I had a bitch, yeah
    I’m so up, not average
    I’m smoking your boy, not passing him
    We did a lil’ thing on the camera
    I made that bitch sing like [?]
    [Chorus: Dom Corleo]
    Told her I’ma go shopping, blow a bag on myself
    Please don’t ask me what it’s costing, I don’t even know myself
    I bought it, I ain’t had no option, I gotta go get fly as hell
    Put it on now I’m flyer than ever, yeah, Maison Margiela the stepper
    Put that shit on and it’s wet like umbrella
    Pick her up and she wet like umbrella
    Dropped the ho off, I don’t know what to tell her
    Walk in the bank and I’m cool with the teller
    I got a T on my bag and that’s Teflar
    And I know what up so I’ma go far
    I got my money and I went far
    Rock out a show, bitch, I’ma go hard
    Got a G on me and that’s for Goyard

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    Lyrics PROF – Subpar feat. Method Man

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    PROF – Subpar feat. Method Man (Official Audio) Lyrics
    Pick a fight, earn a stripe, run a light out of spite
    Up all night, wrong or right, take a bite, hey!
    Eat the rich, hit a lick, drink a fifth, fuck a snitch
    Split a wig, smoke a spliff, blow a kiss, hey!

    I’m doing subpar, how are you? (How are you?)
    I’m doing subpar, how are you? (How are you?)
    I’m doing subpar, how are you? (How are you?)
    Hey, hey!
    Doo doo doo doo doo doo

    If suffering builds character then get a load of me
    I’ve been through shit, I’m filled with piss, I’m bloated totally
    I can’t condone to go the road of who I’m told to be
    I told the peeps, roll the sleeves, let’s go promote the beast
    Today I hit a fucking lick just for the big homie
    I feel better got the stick, I got the thing on me
    Tell the FBI I follow Jeff Bezos, pesos, quesos
    Marshmallows, rainbows, game shows
    Thinking about life, what could a buck ninety five get for living outside
    Thinking I’d die for a lil pie slice
    Minimize time, gotta fit in my size
    Gotta pimp out my ride, got a dinner by five
    Gotta think of my pride incentivize crime
    I’m ahead of my time, temper hot as mine
    This shit no accident, by design

    Sometimes a dam breaks
    And sometimes it can’t wait
    They broke the camel’s back
    Gonna take us all down stream

    Pick a fight, earn a stripe, run a light out of spite
    Up all night, wrong or right, take a bite, hey!
    Eat the rich, hit a lick, drink a fifth, fuck a snitch
    Split a wig, smoke a spliff, blow a kiss, hey!

    I’m doing subpar, how are you? (How are you?)
    I’m doing subpar, how are you? (How are you?)
    I’m doing subpar, how are you? (How are you?)
    Hey, hey!
    Doo doo doo doo doo doo

    I got time today, for every two rhymes, I throw a rhyme away
    Round the way these rappers do coke, might blow a line today
    Blow your mind away, right by your bae, and by the way
    I find a way to spin at the wheel of fortune and buy a K
    Y’all don’t like me cuz y’all ain’t like me and I get it
    Your lady like me it’s more than likely that I hit it
    The sky’s the limit get high enough you can find me in it
    And if dying quick is your only option then crying isn’t
    I mind my business, the one that paid me, no one can play me
    Can’t have a turn until half your circle can do 180’s
    I mean degrees, so cool it down like a summer’s breeze
    Some of y’all is MC’s, some of y’all need some Summer’s Eve
    Like sonny please, I’m hot as a pair of Dungarees
    And double W tats on a pair of some double D’s
    Y’all don’t want no trouble, don’t trouble me
    Suddenly now some of y’all barely breathing because of me

    Pick a fight, earn a stripe, run a light out of spite
    Up all night, wrong or right, take a bite, hey!
    Eat the rich, hit
    A lick, drink a fifth, fuck a snitch
    Split a wig, smoke a spliff, blow a kiss, hey!

    I’m doing subpar, how are you? (How are you?)
    I’m doing subpar, how are you? (How are you?)
    I’m doing subpar, how are you? (How are you?)
    Hey, hey!

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    Lyrics kuban ft. quebonafide – same zmartwienia

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    kuban ft. quebonafide – same zmartwienia (prod. favst) Lyrics
    [Intro: Kuban]
    Ej

    [Zwrotka 1: Kuban]
    U nas na pierwszych numerach już nie było obciachu
    Na zmartwienia, gorzkie żale, to paliło się, brachu
    Wtedy chciałem się ożenić z tą dziewczyną z plakatu
    Nic nie smakowało, młoda, jak to wino na dachu
    Stęskniłem się za błogostanem prochów na sen
    Bo ostatnio już zasypiam, dzięki Bogu, okej
    Nie odrzucam nałogowo telefonów już też
    Choć jak dzwonią o reklamy, jestem znowu na nie
    Odkurzymy w szafce Lego
    Porażki i sukcesy niech jak dawniej cieszą
    Nie spieszy mi się, brachu, by się kłaść pod ziemią
    A jakby się coś działo, no to mam telefon
    [Refren: Kuban, Kuban & Quebonafide]
    Czuję w ustach stres
    Miało nam się udać, ale Bóg tam wie
    Czułem głód jak pies
    Prawie z Lucyferem byłem już na cześć
    Czuję w ustach stres
    Miało nam się udać, ale Bóg tam wie
    Czułem głód jak pies
    Prawie z Lucyferem byłem już na cześć
    Same zmartwienia
    Same zmartwienia

    [Zwrotka 2: Quebonafide, Quebonafide & Kuban]
    Wow, za dużo zmartwień nad ranem
    Pamiętam tego dzieciaka z pierwszego tracku z Kubanem
    Szukałem wyjścia w Pac-Manie, teraz tak szukam lekarek
    Kończę nagranie i dalej, bo mam spotkanie w Różanej, ojej
    Lecą lata, lecą krople potu, kapią z czoła jak armageddon
    A ja ze świecą, nie wiem, czego ciągle tak szukam
    Ha, to nie Chanuka
    Atak paniki, a najlepszą obroną jest znów
    Zamknąć powieki i nie dać się wybudzić ze snu
    Tak jakoś leci, co mnie tak znowu kłuje w sercu?
    Kiedyś największy problem to była puszka Pringles’ów
    O, kto ma aż taką wąską łapę?
    Pan “to ten pomazany raper”, ta
    Sam sobie zbudowałem karcer
    Albo wstawiłem pranie jak chusteczka była w pralce, yo
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    SPRZEDAŁEM SIĘ
    Oki
    ​​​dom
    Kuban
    ​​​od serducha
    Kuban
    [Refren: Kuban, Kuban & Quebonafide, Quebonafide]
    Czuję w ustach stres
    Miało nam się udać, ale Bóg tam wie
    Czułem głód jak pies
    Prawie z Lucyferem byłem już na cześć
    Czuję w ustach stres
    Miało nam się udać, ale Bóg tam wie
    Czułem głód jak pies
    Prawie z Lucyferem byłem już na cześć
    Same zmartwienia
    Same zmartwienia
    Same zmartwienia
    Same zmartwienia
    Same zmartwienia
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