PROK – MODO SPORT Letra

PROK – MODO SPORT Letra PROK PROK – MODO SPORT Letra
Claro, pues es lo que te decía, Blas
Pues de siempre, hermano
¿Tú por qué te crees que he pasa’o to’ eso?
Claro, hermano, exacto
Espera, mira, esto pa’ mi es fácil
Lo hago to’ los días

So clap, ¿¿??, te veo esta noche
Le doy gas, ¿¿??, como suena el coche
Mad Max, el motor, se pica hasta el porsche
No hay más, gana Prok, te espero en el porche
Daddy, OG, ponme un torna’o y juegos de Mouge
¿Dime, Notorius, tе gusta mi puyi?
Están atrasa’os aunque vistan Louis
Son retrasa’os aunque cambiеn de cubri

Baby, know me, so fast, to guilla’o de Sonic
Pongo ese allye y siempre es para Boby
Sodofredo siempre paga Sony
Viendo esta mierda en la Panasonic

Esos raperos se los paga Sony
Sorry, scout, don’t fuck
Salgo de ron, tambien mega ¿?
Not bad, ¿Lo siquiente drill?
You know how I can feel

Son muchos gra’os
Botella’ con pila grao’s
Como el frío, Stalingrado
Cosas que no son de agrado

Tengo esto conectado
Mi voz es la que grabo
El mejor en lo que hago
Kid, don’t cry, nunca pienso en el pasado
¿Que coño te ha pasado?
La verdad que te has pasado
Está feo, está congelado
Me río con el helado

Si te gano de aquí
Que si te humillo de allá
Que si lo vendo to’ allí
También si vuelvo a ‘

Muévela bien, como hacía Chavi
No como hizo Tony
Culpa de que novia
Ahora mata to’ los jedis

Guarda bien coge la moli
En la rotonda ya no hay poli Ok
Pido la paella mientras mojo el alioli
Estoy en alicante mañana toco en Saturno
Nunca cedo, doy el turno
Soy un animal nocturno

Pasa’o Buenos Aires
Hago escala por Nocturno
Di de donde se sale
Venga ya, decidme alguno
Si te aplico te me caes
Si te miro siempre gira
Te escucho corriendo cuando cruzas por la esquina
Yo crecí en Corea, me crie por Calle Elvira
Han cambia’o mi vida
Pero mantengo’

Yo soy de yeyo, de pureza
El peyote, un cipollo el que no bote
El cogollo está en el bote
Lavan guan’ tengo bote
Justo acabo de matarlo tengo brote
¿Venga, quien se lleva el lote?

El mejor que se te note
Tienes que cambiá’ el enfoque
Saco pecho, tengo pecho
Al final me pongo escote

Si vacilo no se pose
Si vacilo no se habla
Una ¿¿mos?? pa tó’s mis jauas
Pa’ mi gente de La Fragua

Calla cabrón, que es camarón, es como el agua
Ellos rien, ere’ un soplón, saca la lengua
En recepción hasta el sillón le saca el yagua
Mutilación, degradación, to’ esa mierda

Pila problemas deterioro, paranoias
Solo hablo con mi polla
Fantasmas como Goya
Hace trampas en las boyas

Que te follen, quiero un Goya
Quiero una casa en bosque de Secuoias

Tiro de tres, mirando a la mama
Chico del mes con el alabama
Hay interés por el Oklahoma
Ofrecen 10, me llama hasta Obama
Y yo del revés follando en mi cama

Yo soy de yeyo, de pureza
El peyote, un cipollo el que no bote
El cogollo está en el bote
Lavan guan’, tengo bote

Justo acabo de matarlo’, estoy de brote
¿Venga, quien se lleva el lote?
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Sevdaliza – Nothing Lasts Forever ft. Grimes Lyrics

Sevdaliza – Nothing Lasts Forever ft. Grimes Letra Sevdaliza Sevdaliza – Nothing Lasts Forever ft. Grimes
Go, love me then let me go
Acid rays through my bones
Angels in a ravers heart
Love me then let me go (nothing lasts forever)
Tomorrow I’ll open my eyes (nothing lasts forever)
I don’t wanna waste my youth (nothing lasts forever)
I don’t wanna waste my youth (nothing lasts forever)
Love me then let me go
Love me then let me go
Acid rays through my bones
Angels in a ravers heart
Love me then let me go
Tomorrow I’ll open my eyes
I don’t wanna waste my youth
I don’t wanna waste my youth

We are machines made for dreamin’
Dreams are done, our dreams dead
Something inside still believes in
I will rave forever

Go, love me then let me go
Acid rays through my bones
Angels in a ravers heart
Love me then let me go
Tomorrow I’ll open my eyes
I don’t wanna waste my youth
I don’t wanna waste my youth
Love me then let me go
Love me then let me go

Yeah
Yeah-ah
(Nothing lasts forever)

Go, love me then let me go
Acid rains through my bones
Angels in a ravers heart
Love me then let me go
Tomorrow I’ll open my eyes
I don’t wanna waste my youth
I don’t wanna waste my youth
Love me then let me—

Nothing lasts forever
Nothing lasts forever
Nothing lasts forever
Nothing lasts forever
Nothing lasts forever
Nothing lasts forever
Nothing lasts forever
Nothing lasts forever
Nothing lasts forever
Nothing lasts forever
Nothing lasts forever
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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Guitar Hero Lyrics

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Guitar Hero [ Lyrics] Letra YoungBoy Never Broke Again YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Guitar Hero [ Lyrics ]
And keep that too
Uh, uh
Last night was, huh, last night

Verse 1
Last night was so crazy
Left me with a hangover
‘Cause you can’t hang over
Don’t know why I let you even came over
What she did to me, I got a thing for that girl
Chorus
Know you was in them streets, ayy, with that chop on they shoulder
Young nigga gon’ rock out, I’m a soldier
Oh, thought I told you
We loadin’ up, headin’ right over there
Let’s get active, nigga

Verse 2
Huh, young nigga so fucked up that I think my soul won’t never heal
I’ma move out to New York with my lil’ boo like, “Fuck them hills”
Posted in my yard on this hill, drinkin’ lean like it’s beer
She know I ain’t gon’ run from no one
She know I’ll slump somethin’ over
Yeah, I’m a soldier, baby
If you call me, I’ll go crazy
I’m sorry I couldn’t make it
I was late, I was race, I was sack chasin’
I was on my way, no flake, baby
I was up all night, I was sack chasin’

Chorus
Know you was in them streets, ayy, with that chop on they shoulder
Young nigga gon’ rock out, I’m a soldier
Oh, thought I told you
We loadin’ up, headin’ right over there
Let’s get active, nigga
Bridge
Oh, oh, uh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, uh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, uh, woah, oh
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Let’s do it, uh, uh, uh, uh, ah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, okay

Verse 3
Ridin’ in a two-seater like I’m a Beatle (Ah
Can’t wait to see that girl, it got a sky view
I don’t wanna hurt you, girl, I’m not gon’ lead you on
And I’m not finna, ain’t finna tell you I love you
Young nigga don’t even deserve you
Don’t know how the fuck I came across you
How the fuck a young nigga even lose you?
I’m a loser, I’m a lame ‘cause I lost you

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Bella Poarch – Bad Boy! Lyrics

Bella Poarch – Bad Boy! ( Lyrics) Letra Bella Poarch Bella Poarch – Bad Boy! ( Lyrics )
I love me a bad boy (la la la la…)
Who drives a corvette
And smokes cigarettes
I know they’re the worst but aren’t they the best
Bad boy (la la la la…)
They’re bad for my head
But so good in bed
I know they’re the worst but aren’t they the best Bad boys

and their trauma
All their issues with their mama
bad boys
bring the drama
Play guitar and think they’re nirvana
Bad manners bad communication
Show up at parties without invitations
Fuck it let’s face it
They don’t want my love they just want me naked Mmm

I’ve had boys
who would shower
Me with chocolates and flowers but without the chase it’s
safe to say I’m bored
‘cause

I love me a bad boy (la la la la…)
Who drives a corvette
And smokes cigarettes
I know they’re the worst but aren’t they the best
Bad boy (la la la la…)
They’re bad for my head
But so good in bed
I know they’re the worst but aren’t they the best
Bad boys

Bad boys
I can’t learn my lesson
I keep on falling for messed up intentions Bad boys
They don’t go to Heaven
But they bring it to you

I’ve had boys
who would shower
Me with chocolates and flowers but without the chase it’s
safe to say I’m bored
‘cause

I love me a bad boy (la la la la…)
Who drives a corvette
And smokes cigarettes
I know they’re the worst but aren’t they the best
Bad boy (la la la la…)
They’re bad for my head
But so good in bed
I know they’re the worst but aren’t they the best Bad boys

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Bigger & Better Lyrics

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Bigger & Better [ Lyrics ] Letra YoungBoy Never Broke Again YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Bigger & Better [ Lyrics ]
Ayo, Bans, what you cooking?
It’s Malik on the track

Chorus
Lay down while I’m deep off in my thoughts, I can barely sleep
Smoking cigarettes times I don’t need, I can barely breathe
I’m fucked up ‘bout your love, without me having it feel I’m weak
Fucked up with drugs ‘cause it’s the only thing I have when you leaving me
Pistol on side of me, groupies on side of me
Shit, I’m married and everything, this is all that I’ll ever see
Up, I can barely see if you do or don’t fuck with me
You forever up stalling out here, don’t care ‘bout what I achieve
And I notice that bitches I neglect treat me better when round
Having too much money still don’t make nobody better
Damn, all these diamonds on me still don’t make my body special
From that time being, you changed up on me, fuck that measure
Sun out, top down, stuntin’ on these hoes, I’m goin’ on ‘bout my way
Clocked out, don’t talk while I count my cake, bitch, I ain’t got time to play
Post-Chorus
Ooh

Verse
What the fuck you got to lose?
Got the fame and got the money, I’m the one who sittin’ here like a fool
Call her phone, I know she comin’, but I neglect that bitch for you
What you discovered? Who you fuckin’? Why you actin’ like that out the blue?
Come on, now, if I did you somethin’, tell me now what the fuck I do
Hurtin’ now, but I gotta crack a smile in front of my Mumu
Weight gain, I cut back off of pills, are you happy I improved?
So ashamed that I ain’t never changed, but with this wan’ be through
Eagle’s beak to the streets, so I know that all the hoes watching
Who love me? Who want me? Who need me?
Who here that won’t mistreat me? I look around, see nobody
Fuck about who love, they don’t know me
Bitch, I say show me a million dollars
I been laughing to the bank since I was sixteen
Fuck your mama, fuck your kids, and fuck your problems
It’s on you to plan on stopping, I know you fucked up ‘cause they motive
Nigga, stand the fuck up, they tryna leave, take the stick and blow they motor
Let them listen to all them bitches making statements like they know us
She was listenin’ to them bitches ‘cause they claimin’ that they know somethin’, they don’t know us

Chorus
I lay down while I’m deep off in my thoughts, I can barely sleep
Smoking cigarettes times I don’t need, I can barely breathe
I’m fucked up ‘bout your love, without me having it feel I’m weak
Fucked up with drugs ‘cause it’s the only thing I have when you leaving me
Pistol on side of me, groupies on side of me
Shit, I’m married and everything, this is all that I’ll ever see
Up, I can barely see, if you do or don’t fuck with me
You forever up stalling out here, don’t care ‘bout what I achieve
Sun out, top down, stuntin’ on these hoes, I’m goin’ on ‘bout my way
Clocked out, don’t talk while I count my cake, bitch, I ain’t got time to play
Post-Chorus
Oh, yeah, yeah
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Chris Brown – Shooter Lyrics

Chris Brown – Shooter ( Lyrics) Letra ChrisBrownVEVO Chris Brown – Shooter ( Lyrics)
Sick in love, highs and lows
Nothin’ to cure it, I’m losin’ faith (Woah)
Sinkin’ now, swim for shore
Ready to prove it, my love, baby
I’ve been shipwrecked, stole my heart of gold (Oh)
My soul (Woah) is stuck healin’ here (Oh-oh)
Will you find me before I’m skull and bones?
S-O-S, fire, ayy-yeah, I might lose time, ayy-yeah

Pre-Chorus
No one looks like you, no one walks that way
And I say, “Who are you? Who are you? What’s your name?” (Oh, yeah, yeah)
If I lose, I lose (Oh, yeah, yeah), I’ll get you someday
S-O-S, fire, ayy-yeah, S-O-S, fire, ayy-yeah
Chorus
The one thing ‘bout your love
I always fall for it
When you’re fire, you see smoke (Oh-oh)
Shooter, shooter, light it up, light it up
Girl, you’re my favorite
Why don’t you want love? (Oh-oh)
Shooter, shooter

Verse 2
Careful with you (You), be careful with me (Me, me)
Don’t tell me to decide when we fightin’, woah (Woah)
Careful with you, watch what you’re speakin’
I’ll see your true side
How do I get home, sweet home?
How long have I been gone? Who knows?
Tell me, where do we go from here?
I know that you love me, but you act like you confused

Pre-Chorus
No one looks like you (Oh-oh), no one walks that way
And I say, “Who are you? Who are you? What’s your name?” (Oh, yeah, yeah)
If I lose, I lose (Oh, yeah, yeah), I’ll get you someday
S-O-S, fire, ayy-yeah, S-O-S, fire, ayy-yeah

Chorus
The one thing ‘bout your love
I always fall for it
When you’re fire, you see smoke (Oh-oh)
Shooter, shooter, light it up, light it up
Girl, you’re my favorite
Why don’t you want love? (Oh-oh)
Shooter, shooter
Bridge
And if you leave here, don’t come back again (Don’t come back), yeah
And if you leave here, don’t come back again (Back again, oh, I), yeah
I love how your skin on coco
Ooh, baby, don’t know your worth
Only fuck tings with choco
Hurry up, I need you to hurry up
Wrap me up in your love like Fronto
Your heart can heal my scars
Hurry up, I need you to hurry up
Hurry up, hurry up

Chorus
One thing ‘bout your love (One thing about)
I always fall for it (Oh)
When you’re fire, you see smoke
Shooter, shooter, light it up, light it up
Girl, you’re my favorite
Why don’t you want love?
Shooter, shooter, shooter

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BRUJA & Adrian Minune – TUTTI FRUTTI Lyrics

BRUJA & Adrian Minune – TUTTI FRUTTI ( Lyrics ) Letra Seek Letra BRUJA & Adrian Minune – TUTTI FRUTTI ( Lyrics )
Refren:
Tutti frutti te kelas, te kelas te giljavas
Te kelas te giljavas
E romencar te pagjas

Strofa 1:
Mă urc pe masa acordeonu’ se aude ca asa e la cumetrii
Ii dau cheia la cal lu’ domnu’ valet sa parcheze în spate la vip
Facem și gratar sa moara dușmanii ca am făcut și-o muzicuta
Place la smecheri,masini de lux da’ parca tot mai frumos e în caruta
Ce-au mai trecut anii
Respect pentru Adi
Piesa asta e viața mea Original Armani
Ne cunoaste toata lumea tu zi-ne pe nume
Adi, Seek familia suntem copii minune
Sa o roma daje te kelav
Misca-te iubito, viata mea
Haide misca-te bruneto
Ca-s cel mai bari talento

Refren:
Tutti frutti te kelas, te kelas te giljavas
Te kelas te giljavas
E romencar te pagjas

Strofa 2:
E gadjo dilo baby
Are arfe si impresii
Hai cu mine in cort
Sa-ti dea romanca lectii
San dilo am vazut c-o ia de buna
Ti-ai facut filme ai vrea tu sa iti fiu cadana
Imi sta la coada francezu’ americanu’
Nu inteleg ce zic limbaju meu e banu’
Sunt de nota 10 ii pun sa-mi plateasca nota
Imi cer si io scuze de la featu’ asta
Sunt sirena apelor regina marii
Ca mine nu e nimeni regina tarii
Dau petrecere in curte au venit militienii
Ard in flacari baby cheama pompierii
Sa o roma daje te kelav, sa o roma daje on pijelav
Sa o roma daje te kelav, sa o roma daje on pijelav

Refren:
Tutti frutti te kelas, te kelas te giljavas
Te kelas te giljavas
E romencar te pagjas
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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – I’m A Demon Lyrics

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – I’m A Demon [ Lyrics ] Letra YoungBoy Never Broke Again YoungBoy Never Broke Again – I’m A Demon [ Lyrics ]
(Look out, Veno)
(Veno gon’ cook up, he mix the ingredients)
Oh
It’s a thug nigga—
I’m a thug nigga
Ah, it’s a thug nigga story, that’s what I was ‘bout to say
She a thug nigga lady

Verse 1
I don’t give her no attention
It ain’t you, it’s me who I’m missing
It ain’t you, it’s me, who you kidding?
I don’t settle no wishes
I don’t settle no wishes
Everything that I say be all vivid
Chorus
Fuck these bitches, baby, evolve with me
Fuck these critics, baby, we all winning
Fuck these snakes, kill ‘em, they all get it
Fuck you thought? The killers, they all with it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ma buy a hatchback, your lovе, this another sport
Baby, I’m a demon, she trеat me just like I’m God
Flash out, I can’t fault her for it
‘Cause I know just what I be doing

Verse 2
I don’t know what’s gotten into you, see that you ain’t been playing lately
Sticks on me riding in the coupe, you been knew I was playing safely
Been know that I was dangerous
Redeye, I’m a speed racer
On all occasions
Don’t separate, we keep pacing
Gettin’ beside myself
These hoes ain’t loving or really be fucking with me
You the one that I know that I want, you the one that I really do need
Steady tryna come up off of me when I’ll send a bitch overseas
I’ll give her anything she please, bitch sister steady telling her scheme
Fuck is y’all? Y’all some nobodies
Fuck ‘em all, girl, that’s your body
Just make sure they tell nobody, I don’t want nobody
Bitch can’t see I’m full of pain, then me, she lose
She can’t see I need her love, I say I’m through
‘Cause I’m too real for this ho not be real with me, oh, I
‘Cause I’m too chill for this ho not be good to me, slime
Chorus
I’ma buy a hatchback, your love, his another sport
Baby, I’m a demon, she treat me just like I’m God
Flash out, I can’t fault her for it
‘Cause I know just what I be doing
Fuck these bitches, baby, evolve with me
Fuck these critics, baby, we all winning
Fuck these snakes, kill ‘em, they all get it
Fuck you thought? The killers, they all with it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Choppa Gizzle Lyrics

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Choppa Gizzle [ Lyrics ] Letra YoungBoy Never Broke Again YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Choppa Gizzle [ Lyrics ]

Just run that beat from lil’ Ken
Who wanna fuck with a nigga? Then do somethin’, do somethin’
You don’t like me, lil’ nigga? Then do somethin’, do somethin’
Wah, haha

Verse 1
And now you know me
Play me like a ho, gon’ need the police
Hit your block, ain’t gotta roll deep
I send one nigga for to get you
It’s one nigga to come and split you
I’m in my mansion with gorillas
Baking cakes for all you pussy niggas
Lean running over, bitch gon’ ride me like a rollercoaster
Fuck my partner when it’s over
Strap that chopper to my shoulder, stand over ‘em like a soldier
Get the executive peeled, bitch, don’t try to fuck me over
Petey Pablo, own jail like I’m Pablo
Hold on, check the side note, make sure that his mind blow
Rich as fuck, strung out on dope
Tryna get active with your ho
Try to act off while I cope, I’ll let you know, bitch
Chorus
I keep that rocket, lil’ nigga, I’ll shoot somethin’, shoot somethin’
You don’t like me, lil’ nigga? Then do somethin’, do somethin’
You got a problem, lil’ nigga? Then prove somethin’, blew somethin’
Already know when I’m comin’ there, bitch, I’m tryna screw somethin’

Verse 2
Who got me full of loose screws? I’ma take ‘em all the way out for ‘em
My youngins don’t do school, so I’m tryna make a way out for ‘em
I need a new deal, bitch, I call that winnin’ the playoffs for ‘em
We go and buy new grills, plenty diamonds, bitch, and plenty guns
I’m in the Melpomene, like Pistol P, I get them fires and do ‘em
I’m in this bitch with them roosters, they’ll bust you up early morning
Bitch, I catch your mama yawning, shot as soon we spotted homie
Pussy bitch, I ain’t your cuz, you play, I’m gon’ put blood up on you
Kill me, you gon’ die from staining, know that I’m a problem, nigga
I ain’t tryna kill you, I’ma hit your security with that chopper, nigga
Bang out like I’m Flocka, nigga, cut a head and flop a nigga
Pussy playing with my daughter mama, bitch, I’ma turn your daughter to a bopper, nigga
Gotta make sure lil’ Top pop this nigga, I’m a perfect killing thinker
Find his address and spray paint his house that it’s nice to meet you
Fuck that song, I don’t need you, bitch, you dealing with a creature
I’ma catch you and snipe your pussy ass from top the bleachers

Chorus
I keep that rocket, lil’ nigga, I’ll shoot somethin’, shoot somethin’
You don’t like me, lil’ nigga? Then do somethin’, do somethin’
You got a problem, lil’ nigga? Then prove somethin’, blew somethin’
Already know when I’m comin’ there, bitch, I’m tryna screw somethin’
I keep that rocket, lil’ nigga, I’ll shoot somethin’, shoot somethin’
You don’t like me, lil’ nigga? Then do somethin’, do somethin’
You got a problem, lil’ nigga? Then prove somethin’, blew somethin’
Already know when I’m comin’ there, bitch, I’m tryna screw somethin’

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Trippie Redd – Pray 4 Us Lyrics

Trippie Redd – Pray 4 Us ( Lyrics) Letra Trippie Redd Trippie Redd – Pray 4 Us ( Lyrics )

I used to think about immature things
You know, like, do you love me?
Do you want me?
Are you gonna call me like you said you would?
Is this really your real phone number?

Yeah, you see-through
Bite from a snake, lethal
Woke up rockin’ Evisu
If you don’t wanna stay, why keep you?
In the rain where I leave you
If you ain’t gang, why would I piece you?
Like, what’s up?
More money, more love
AP, two-tone, I was outside with that chrome
Maybach ready to go
Look at my neck, its covered in stones
Look at my yard, its covered in bones
King of the hill, all of my family is royalty nigga, you better kneel
Don’t gotta talk ‘bout respect in this shit, you know the real
Don’t gotta talk ‘bout my blessings and shit, we know the real
I don’t want that fake love, it ain’t real
It ain’t much to say, love, it’s 2AM
I’m crazy ‘bout your love
Go over and above
You know I’m pourin’ up, smoking on the gas
I’m a demon in the nighttime, leave them in the past
When I fuck that bitch she call me dad
She say that’s the best love that she ever had
Shit, you gotta get in your bag
You gotta get to the cash, you gotta get it in digital dash
Steppin’ on shit, keep a Glock and mask
Turnin’ your plaid tie-dye
Throwin’ up bands in G5, double C bag on TY
Don’t wanna see him reach in
It’s late night and we creepin
This her class but I teach her
Road kill shit in my ox fur
We could go get you a doctor
Better go get you a perc
That boy in pain, he hurt
Leave that lil bitch in the dirt
Put that lil bitch on a shirt
Gonna let shit fly high
RIP Spooky, RIP 9
See an opp man drop me the dime
We ain’t worried bout shit or time
Let a boy stank in hard times
Psycho out of my mind
I think I’m Picasso I’m painting your ride
Red rum, hundred shots, pussy you done
Run up the bread it was crumbs
Now I got a damn green thumb
Now I got a pair of green lungs
My momma told me the devil a lie
My auntie in here speaking tongue
I’ll get to the top I’m a lunge
I know I’m the shit but they’ll never plunge
My Draco got kicked so you better run
I’m taking a pic with my bitch in the sun
That boy Michael Vick, that boy like to run
I’m out with the gang, no clique no squad
You know we the gang you know we the mob
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