Switcher on this one
I'm a kid with a knee If I get off the bike,
it's to finish you
No gummies,
get off another man so I'm not going to give you
I grew up in precariousness,
I don't know the palace
I had the ball, I screw the * like Wallace
A future to beat,
so you have to empty his chalice
I've had * kish-tads slap me
Not a lot of people around,
but don't worry,
we're going to do it
Since I've known,
I've seen a lot of people talking *
Your sahabs are doden,
balls at the feet of the altars
You won't go very far,
they'll put their footstool
I have the easy trigger, not the will
I counted all night at will
We spent summers in Kabul, big
Apply grave the death,
you see it all year,
not searched In the street,
it's fake arms,
there are contracts It lights you up if you play the big
arms You're going to be a cap if you benda The mental atony,
don't give your rebenca
I adapt to all situations
I have brothers who are underground I didn't even have time to
make an ovation I smoke the bulgy and I speak alone I see the
evil miles away The glock in the bag is a brand It's not voyeurs,
they would even sell their receipts Outside,
even under the rain,
beating,
your heritage of beating
They're going to have you if you hurt me,
I'll be back in four years
Very quickly, I stop all your beatings
I'm proud,
that's in my genes and in my balls too
I smoke the pasta, zigzag, under harmful smoke
And make beautiful kaki, you make passes
Because it's the closest to you who will come to charcle you
There I turn in town and on me I have my tarp
I'm not like your fake rappers,
they dance their asses off
We sell the dirty to dress clean
In my city, it's a dream to hide your appearance
Face fractured by the video,
the video,
don't imagine
There's no one to support you
Arrival of the bled,
I have the rage of my father's And then it quickly turns into cash,
it takes touch
Sorted by hidden mohoj,
all in the pockets I don't trust the one who doesn't make the count
Always something to hide,
you're weird,
you're not good
In the street,
it's fake arms,
contracts are coming It lights you up if you play big arms
You're going to get hit if you benda,
the mental atony,
don't give your rebenca
I adapt to all situations
I have brothers who are underground
I didn't even have time to make an ovation
I smoke the bulgy and I speak alone
I see the evil coming from miles away
The glock in the bag is burning
It's not the bad guys,
they would even sell their receipts
Outside,
even in the rain,
your heritage of beatings
Very alive, get out the calibrator
They will have you if you hurt me,
I'll be back in 4 years
Very fast, I stop all your beatings
I see the evil coming from miles away
The glock in the bag is burning
It's not the bad guys,
they would even sell their receipts
Outside,
even in the rain,
your heritage of beatings
Very alive, get out the calibrator
They will have you if you hurt me,
I'll be back in 4 years
Very fast, I stop all your beatings