madrid. 1992 şarkı sözleri

Sound like my niggahs Can burn a L to this shit right here What up Kj Uh I Played this beat While I was driving in my focus Having thoughts of a lotus Tired looking at Roaches Wanna take trips on Coaches Exotic trips in the oceans Living life in slow motion Mama rubbing dat Lotion Love my unc my og He keep his shit real Low key Smoking them hella doobies Foreva will be my homie Love my niggahs 4 life doe Ima music maestro Sped it up i go hydro In the Booth i go Psycho Crashed that shit with no Geico Hell no this ain’t no Typo Suck it up like Lypo Right hand up on the Bible My music will reCycle Yea i know im ya Idol Can’t see me boy u Micro Listening to me up on Tidal Beginning not no Final Giving this all I got Want foreign whips With ah drop top Turning heads When I pull in lots Middle fingers to the ops Eyez on me like I’m Pac Ima star around my block And I ain’t neva sold them rocks But And see you taking pics Go head girl that’s ur angle Sent from heaven Yea I swear you ah angel I can tell I don’t need to see ya halo Now turn around Let me see who it’s made fo' PG kid 301 Next to 202 Thoughts of being global Stunting hard with the crew Counting up niggah all the loot Niggah I want all the jewels Niggah I done paid my dues I’m coming hard rappers move
Sanatçı: Madrid.
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