4, 6, 9, 0, 4, 9, 0, 9, we live in our movies behind the fashion park, buy a child, suburban, that's the kill right, so pay, mother***ers, free of charge give a ***, make it small, only recognition on the stone can be what the kid gets, a disconnected phone plus bubbles in the bag is the starter pack in my hood broken, raise your middle finger and spit in the direction of the cops, come on, educate the bitches we come with your gang, let's go, buy my place you don't get any junk, only bad stuff, there are haters in person come, look, Columbus, Zappa, ha! the street is hard, ask your father, all are greed look, the numbers on your stomach will be at least as much zibibi, courses will be mentioned over the iPhone I've been reading it for years, I'm the last one still standing zibibi, kilos will be sent over Google we clicked on Google for the first time in comparison to God step back from the mic, I'll be supported by hoodies luckily we're always hidden, because there are cops waiting around the corner do you understand me? there is a difference, you fish, the hood is disgusting and yours just not no, no, no, no, no, no, no, you don't want your hoodies give it to me, your beautiful crate and your beautiful freezfeel as it was called for years and is still called bunker textile under the pillow and it's! everywhere! no, no, no, no, no, no, no, you don't want your hoodies give it to me, your beautiful crate and your beautiful freezepheel as it was called for years and is still called bunker textile under the pillow and it's! everywhere! Shout out to the Malinois, the advert is on ice the Morocans are all babbling, you heard it, they have pure blood you understand me? damn, I come with Dudes in my luggage not ten years on the road, my security is fasting what? balls of potatoes because Walter is whistling I awake you in the middle of Kabul, happy Hanukkah, father city look, I'll send you to a party, because they're from the informant wait, S.A., S.A., knife stabber, the police are flying we'll make it tight and small, you two, Achim, for everyone in the hut, no one is standing, if you understand, the red light is very big *** me, Bonnie, *** me, too, sorry I stay on the street, aggressive, in the back yard like Slyce Locke fights, but for ten years, of course, also on white say bye-bye, say you're a dick, Ina has water fleiss with her Louis chases you with a belt and you're someone who distributes here with DH, his amnesia, the area will be destroyed Quentin tells me with the plans, turn things from coins Africa, I don't give a *** on the street when I'm beautifully N-n-n-no-no-no, not your bird, I want let my ear, your pretty multicolored fries feel, like it used to be and is still called bunker stuff under the pillow and are in the hole again N-n-n-no-no-no, no, you're not my stuff let my ear, your pretty multicolored fries feel, like it was called years and is still called bunker stuff under the pillow and are in the hole again N-n-n-no-no-no, no, you're not my stuff