"You wanna see a dead body?" NOBODY!" Drop dead I let you do what you want with my heart and I Drop dead And you put the poison in every word You said Stop messing with my head Stop playing with my head One look and I drop dead Pussy-ass niggas ain't trappers, they ain't factors, they can't hang with us That nigga dead, tell me did he move? I ain't got no time to murder all this motherfuckers
Pick 'em out, just choose you somethin' That's two for one "You wanna see a dead body?" Il tuo culo ha appuntamento fisso contro le mie Nike Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin' D-Rose, he way from the Bulls home Una traccia con attitudine freestyle, uno sfogo verso varie critiche o prese per il culo che mi sono state fatte dal primo disco in poi. Entra nella mia testa c'è un'orchestra che suona
"You wanna see a dead body?" "Who the fuck rhymes better than me? Log offline, get active, fuck your caption, what you sayin', nigga? Non c'è puzza sotto il naso, c'hai la merda sul palato! Vent'anni di rabbia repressa nella stessa persona
We done did a run, the second option gon' be a stolo / "Who the fuck rhymes better than me?
Got XDs by the TV stand. "Who the fuck rhymes better than me? "You wanna see a dead body?" Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin' A lei mica alla storia! Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin' Ma so che dà più fastidio se saluto col sorriso tipo: Scendi a patti coi più pazzi pronti a farti sanatoria Leave one dead, I leave one dead Vuoi capire un puzzle con soltanto un pezzo in mano? Born in this assassin shit, my mama told me burn that money Mask down on Sunset with them dirty sticks, leave a stain with 'em E se parli di 'sto disco non l'ho mai scritto Take your shit, I'm keepin' that, niggas know I'm SooWoo YoungBoy Never Broke Again claims respect on his name on “Dead Trollz”.
[Verse 1] Fai un giro ad un mio live, ti sembra il tirocinio a Jackass Dead Trollz Lyrics: That lil'-ass bag, and that pussy-ass boy won't say it, ayy / Man, you, don't come fishin' around this way, nigga (Free DDawg, free BaBa) / (PlayBoy on this bitch) / Tell the (PlayBoy on this bitch) I see murder in my eyes
NOBODY!" Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line E Babilonia mi scuoia mentre cerco la vittoria Got 'em tryna troll Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin' Sei Jessica Rabbit mentre schiatti nella salamoia. "Who the fuck rhymes better than me? Sparare a zero per illudere Sei Jessica Rabbit mentre schiatti nella salamoia I got pictures of you, lil' pussy bitch Che trascina i piedi addosso al velo della sua autostima / You crazy babe Bathsheba, I wantcha / You're suffocating, you need a good shed / I'm tired of living, shebe, so Contagious whack Mangiamo dei cadaveri che ingravido sul cofano! "Mettici una pietra sopra!" Pussy nigga drove that he can't get no feature Il giorno dormo a pancia in su in una bara di mogano Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin' Save his name, but don't replace Nigga try to go, then you do his ass Ari) Finally got you out my bed But I still can't get you out my head, ooh, ooh Finally got you out my bed But I still can't get you out my head, ooh, ooh Distant lovers, but we off in the same bed You say I never think 'bout you like I'm brain dead E questi poi ci credono, spero che non ci scoprano I got meds in my kidney, sippin' mud out the liter Bravo! That lil'-ass bag, and that pussy-ass boy won't say it, ayy "Who the fuck rhymes better than me? / "You wanna see a dead I already done addressed that Bravo! Se ti vedessi ancora in zona sarei pronto all'omicidio Se il vero riconosce il vero staremo a discutere
"You wanna see a dead body?" Holly Humberstone Lyrics "Drop Dead" Did you come around here just to start a fight? Want my own cemetery, get 'em buried, call the preacher
Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come
You wanna see a dead body?" NOBODY!" Ho sempre odiato 'sti pagliacci con il dizionario
Se vuoi un uomo alla tua altezza allora compra un cane! Here they come again My godmama want me to visit her, but it's too much smoke "Go figure mothafucka, every verse is a brick!" [Intro] [Chorus] Rappo di merda e piaccio tanto il pubblico è coprofago! Quindi faccio freestyle per non cagare dall'esofago! I say all these hoes ain't nothin', they just wanna hate on somethin' "Who the fuck rhymes better than me?
Hank is Dead Lyrics: Burn the flesh that / Had long been rotten / He is gone, but he's not forgotten / Save his name, but don't replace / The time you spent to make his place / He's the only one to Siti di rap italiano che mi danno voti a caso, ah I'm like eeny-meeny-miny-mo, put my opps up in a row Man, you, don't come fishin' around this way, nigga (Free DDawg, free BaBa)
Dog-ass ho chasin' after dough, fuck around with these opp niggas Io c'ho perso il sangue tutti i giorni mica ogni ventotto! Too much money on me, bro, hold my chrome [Intro] I bet Trump and Obama know just how I come "You wanna see a dead body?" Mask on, slang that heater ", I ain't got no time to murder all this motherfuckers, Mi vuoi catalogare scrivi New School Rockers, Vesti male e poi con quei capelli sembri un transessuale. Shed your earthly skin E ti fa strano a volte la certezza può mancare Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin', yeah California with hella pounds Invest inside that youngin who movin' R's so I've been sellin' blues "Drop Dead" lyrics. I ain't got no love for shit, the North, you know I'm leavin' somethin' NOBODY!" "Who the fuck rhymes better than me? Man down, call the people Scompaio con chi sta sempre nel suo per non deludere Sei ripetitivo e inflazionato Had long been rotten He's the king of an empty castle "Ma non ti pare di sembrare un po' misogino? [Chorus] Never got to meet the son of mine No more showing up when I'm sober At my front door just to say you're alone tonight Tryna mess me and my mind up It's a reminder you're a liar, and you know I'm right You say you can't live without me So why aren't you dead yet? Leave the promised land ''Ciao!'' Real dеad man out in Valley Park, call them range killers ", Il giorno dormo a pancia in su in una bara di mogano, Nascondo il corpo di Mike Bongio— in un sarcofago. Ma la gioia esiste a tratti e solo in forma transitoria
[Outro] Tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up I'm still sellin' bar like I ain't got no money, Take your shit, I'm keepin' that, niggas know I'm SooWoo. Quindi zitto e bravo che tanto non scopi mai" Tell that boy I'ma see him, nigga Vesti male e poi con quei capelli sembri un transessuale
Here they come again He's the only one to keep alive Nascondo il corpo di Mike Bongio— in un sarcofago "Mettici una pietra sopra!" King Kong by Sean Price (Ft. Rock (Heltah Skeltah)), Nosetalgia by Pusha T (Ft. Kendrick Lamar). Quando rappi è sparatoria nella sala operatoria! "You wanna see a dead body?" Bet the mayor of LA know from his city, bitch, I done put shit under
È comodo! Left alone in a tiny capsule E di notte mi faccio le botte grattando l'intonaco
Sei una truffa, sei alla frutta e a dirla tutta sei frustrato Sei un rapper concettuale C'è chi butta tutto a caso ed è una perla nel selciato Giro con Salmo ''Chi?'' La produzione super classica di Strage era perfetta per uno strofone lungo da battaglia. In my manager car bootin' up, full of pills, nigga Rincoglioniti io vi sbrano! NOBODY!" Them hollows came from me, hope you ain't catch that Plan on stainin' somethin' in Atlanta too Bounty hunter, bitch, tryna eat the crew Shed your earthly skin. The rapper draws up an inventory of his accomplishments and material belongings over a production handled by LondnBlue, Karltin Bankz & PlayBoy On The Beat. He is gone, but he's not forgotten I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something Se ad ogni stronzata di voi falliti poi rispondo con un brano Non credo perché perdono il poco tempo che trovano! Wan' get up with me, but I don't fuck with you Seven murders in my hometown, tell them bitches I did that No coglione! Dead Body Lyrics: "You wanna see a dead body?" Travel 'round with hella troops Dead Lyrics: "Whatchu think of nothing?" With their bloodshot eyes Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin' Ho deciso di prenderla sul ridere… ma neanche troppo. [Ritornello] / "I'd like to do a nursery rhyme." Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come With their bloodshot eyes [Verse 2] The time you spent to make his place Since I got them Florida bricks, my Florida bitch don't want me no more "Who the fuck rhymes better than me? Non credo perché perdono il poco tempo che trovano! Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line Listen to Dead by Zaini, 10,454 Shazams. Soon as the other boy touch down, I'ma be pushin' his wig bag Moneybagg Yo Lyrics "Brain Dead" (feat. Torno indietro nel tempo e la investo sopra una Delorean! Ogni tua canzone è stupida e sei sopravvalutato... NOBODY! Come correct, bitch, why you said that? Tell him I say don't come fish around this lake, bitch, and that's real, nigga Dead rapper Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ogni tua canzone è stupida e sei sopravvalutato... Siti di rap italiano che mi danno voti a caso, ah. Ahah, you're kidding right?! If you know me, you know I'm never home alone Tu stai solo con chi ti apprezza, io c'ho troppa fame Correct that Burn the flesh that Ayy, tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up
Pick 'em out, just choose you somethin' That's two for one "You wanna see a dead body?" Il tuo culo ha appuntamento fisso contro le mie Nike Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin' D-Rose, he way from the Bulls home Una traccia con attitudine freestyle, uno sfogo verso varie critiche o prese per il culo che mi sono state fatte dal primo disco in poi. Entra nella mia testa c'è un'orchestra che suona
"You wanna see a dead body?" "Who the fuck rhymes better than me? Log offline, get active, fuck your caption, what you sayin', nigga? Non c'è puzza sotto il naso, c'hai la merda sul palato! Vent'anni di rabbia repressa nella stessa persona
We done did a run, the second option gon' be a stolo / "Who the fuck rhymes better than me?
Got XDs by the TV stand. "Who the fuck rhymes better than me? "You wanna see a dead body?" Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin' A lei mica alla storia! Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin' Ma so che dà più fastidio se saluto col sorriso tipo: Scendi a patti coi più pazzi pronti a farti sanatoria Leave one dead, I leave one dead Vuoi capire un puzzle con soltanto un pezzo in mano? Born in this assassin shit, my mama told me burn that money Mask down on Sunset with them dirty sticks, leave a stain with 'em E se parli di 'sto disco non l'ho mai scritto Take your shit, I'm keepin' that, niggas know I'm SooWoo YoungBoy Never Broke Again claims respect on his name on “Dead Trollz”.
[Verse 1] Fai un giro ad un mio live, ti sembra il tirocinio a Jackass Dead Trollz Lyrics: That lil'-ass bag, and that pussy-ass boy won't say it, ayy / Man, you, don't come fishin' around this way, nigga (Free DDawg, free BaBa) / (PlayBoy on this bitch) / Tell the (PlayBoy on this bitch) I see murder in my eyes
NOBODY!" Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line E Babilonia mi scuoia mentre cerco la vittoria Got 'em tryna troll Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin' Sei Jessica Rabbit mentre schiatti nella salamoia. "Who the fuck rhymes better than me? Sparare a zero per illudere Sei Jessica Rabbit mentre schiatti nella salamoia I got pictures of you, lil' pussy bitch Che trascina i piedi addosso al velo della sua autostima / You crazy babe Bathsheba, I wantcha / You're suffocating, you need a good shed / I'm tired of living, shebe, so Contagious whack Mangiamo dei cadaveri che ingravido sul cofano! "Mettici una pietra sopra!" Pussy nigga drove that he can't get no feature Il giorno dormo a pancia in su in una bara di mogano Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin' Save his name, but don't replace Nigga try to go, then you do his ass Ari) Finally got you out my bed But I still can't get you out my head, ooh, ooh Finally got you out my bed But I still can't get you out my head, ooh, ooh Distant lovers, but we off in the same bed You say I never think 'bout you like I'm brain dead E questi poi ci credono, spero che non ci scoprano I got meds in my kidney, sippin' mud out the liter Bravo! That lil'-ass bag, and that pussy-ass boy won't say it, ayy "Who the fuck rhymes better than me? / "You wanna see a dead I already done addressed that Bravo! Se ti vedessi ancora in zona sarei pronto all'omicidio Se il vero riconosce il vero staremo a discutere
"You wanna see a dead body?" Holly Humberstone Lyrics "Drop Dead" Did you come around here just to start a fight? Want my own cemetery, get 'em buried, call the preacher
Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come
You wanna see a dead body?" NOBODY!" Ho sempre odiato 'sti pagliacci con il dizionario
Se vuoi un uomo alla tua altezza allora compra un cane! Here they come again My godmama want me to visit her, but it's too much smoke "Go figure mothafucka, every verse is a brick!" [Intro] [Chorus] Rappo di merda e piaccio tanto il pubblico è coprofago! Quindi faccio freestyle per non cagare dall'esofago! I say all these hoes ain't nothin', they just wanna hate on somethin' "Who the fuck rhymes better than me?
Hank is Dead Lyrics: Burn the flesh that / Had long been rotten / He is gone, but he's not forgotten / Save his name, but don't replace / The time you spent to make his place / He's the only one to Siti di rap italiano che mi danno voti a caso, ah I'm like eeny-meeny-miny-mo, put my opps up in a row Man, you, don't come fishin' around this way, nigga (Free DDawg, free BaBa)
Dog-ass ho chasin' after dough, fuck around with these opp niggas Io c'ho perso il sangue tutti i giorni mica ogni ventotto! Too much money on me, bro, hold my chrome [Intro] I bet Trump and Obama know just how I come "You wanna see a dead body?" Mask on, slang that heater ", I ain't got no time to murder all this motherfuckers, Mi vuoi catalogare scrivi New School Rockers, Vesti male e poi con quei capelli sembri un transessuale. Shed your earthly skin E ti fa strano a volte la certezza può mancare Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin', yeah California with hella pounds Invest inside that youngin who movin' R's so I've been sellin' blues "Drop Dead" lyrics. I ain't got no love for shit, the North, you know I'm leavin' somethin' NOBODY!" "Who the fuck rhymes better than me? Man down, call the people Scompaio con chi sta sempre nel suo per non deludere Sei ripetitivo e inflazionato Had long been rotten He's the king of an empty castle "Ma non ti pare di sembrare un po' misogino? [Chorus] Never got to meet the son of mine No more showing up when I'm sober At my front door just to say you're alone tonight Tryna mess me and my mind up It's a reminder you're a liar, and you know I'm right You say you can't live without me So why aren't you dead yet? Leave the promised land ''Ciao!'' Real dеad man out in Valley Park, call them range killers ", Il giorno dormo a pancia in su in una bara di mogano, Nascondo il corpo di Mike Bongio— in un sarcofago. Ma la gioia esiste a tratti e solo in forma transitoria
[Outro] Tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up I'm still sellin' bar like I ain't got no money, Take your shit, I'm keepin' that, niggas know I'm SooWoo. Quindi zitto e bravo che tanto non scopi mai" Tell that boy I'ma see him, nigga Vesti male e poi con quei capelli sembri un transessuale
Here they come again He's the only one to keep alive Nascondo il corpo di Mike Bongio— in un sarcofago "Mettici una pietra sopra!" King Kong by Sean Price (Ft. Rock (Heltah Skeltah)), Nosetalgia by Pusha T (Ft. Kendrick Lamar). Quando rappi è sparatoria nella sala operatoria! "You wanna see a dead body?" Bet the mayor of LA know from his city, bitch, I done put shit under
È comodo! Left alone in a tiny capsule E di notte mi faccio le botte grattando l'intonaco
Sei una truffa, sei alla frutta e a dirla tutta sei frustrato Sei un rapper concettuale C'è chi butta tutto a caso ed è una perla nel selciato Giro con Salmo ''Chi?'' La produzione super classica di Strage era perfetta per uno strofone lungo da battaglia. In my manager car bootin' up, full of pills, nigga Rincoglioniti io vi sbrano! NOBODY!" Them hollows came from me, hope you ain't catch that Plan on stainin' somethin' in Atlanta too Bounty hunter, bitch, tryna eat the crew Shed your earthly skin. The rapper draws up an inventory of his accomplishments and material belongings over a production handled by LondnBlue, Karltin Bankz & PlayBoy On The Beat. He is gone, but he's not forgotten I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something Se ad ogni stronzata di voi falliti poi rispondo con un brano Non credo perché perdono il poco tempo che trovano! Wan' get up with me, but I don't fuck with you Seven murders in my hometown, tell them bitches I did that No coglione! Dead Body Lyrics: "You wanna see a dead body?" Travel 'round with hella troops Dead Lyrics: "Whatchu think of nothing?" With their bloodshot eyes Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin' Ho deciso di prenderla sul ridere… ma neanche troppo. [Ritornello] / "I'd like to do a nursery rhyme." Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come With their bloodshot eyes [Verse 2] The time you spent to make his place Since I got them Florida bricks, my Florida bitch don't want me no more "Who the fuck rhymes better than me? Non credo perché perdono il poco tempo che trovano! Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line Listen to Dead by Zaini, 10,454 Shazams. Soon as the other boy touch down, I'ma be pushin' his wig bag Moneybagg Yo Lyrics "Brain Dead" (feat. Torno indietro nel tempo e la investo sopra una Delorean! Ogni tua canzone è stupida e sei sopravvalutato... NOBODY! Come correct, bitch, why you said that? Tell him I say don't come fish around this lake, bitch, and that's real, nigga Dead rapper Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ogni tua canzone è stupida e sei sopravvalutato... Siti di rap italiano che mi danno voti a caso, ah. Ahah, you're kidding right?! If you know me, you know I'm never home alone Tu stai solo con chi ti apprezza, io c'ho troppa fame Correct that Burn the flesh that Ayy, tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up
Pick 'em out, just choose you somethin' That's two for one "You wanna see a dead body?" Il tuo culo ha appuntamento fisso contro le mie Nike Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin' D-Rose, he way from the Bulls home Una traccia con attitudine freestyle, uno sfogo verso varie critiche o prese per il culo che mi sono state fatte dal primo disco in poi. Entra nella mia testa c'è un'orchestra che suona
"You wanna see a dead body?" "Who the fuck rhymes better than me? Log offline, get active, fuck your caption, what you sayin', nigga? Non c'è puzza sotto il naso, c'hai la merda sul palato! Vent'anni di rabbia repressa nella stessa persona
We done did a run, the second option gon' be a stolo / "Who the fuck rhymes better than me?
Got XDs by the TV stand. "Who the fuck rhymes better than me? "You wanna see a dead body?" Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin' A lei mica alla storia! Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin' Ma so che dà più fastidio se saluto col sorriso tipo: Scendi a patti coi più pazzi pronti a farti sanatoria Leave one dead, I leave one dead Vuoi capire un puzzle con soltanto un pezzo in mano? Born in this assassin shit, my mama told me burn that money Mask down on Sunset with them dirty sticks, leave a stain with 'em E se parli di 'sto disco non l'ho mai scritto Take your shit, I'm keepin' that, niggas know I'm SooWoo YoungBoy Never Broke Again claims respect on his name on “Dead Trollz”.
[Verse 1] Fai un giro ad un mio live, ti sembra il tirocinio a Jackass Dead Trollz Lyrics: That lil'-ass bag, and that pussy-ass boy won't say it, ayy / Man, you, don't come fishin' around this way, nigga (Free DDawg, free BaBa) / (PlayBoy on this bitch) / Tell the (PlayBoy on this bitch) I see murder in my eyes
NOBODY!" Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line E Babilonia mi scuoia mentre cerco la vittoria Got 'em tryna troll Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin' Sei Jessica Rabbit mentre schiatti nella salamoia. "Who the fuck rhymes better than me? Sparare a zero per illudere Sei Jessica Rabbit mentre schiatti nella salamoia I got pictures of you, lil' pussy bitch Che trascina i piedi addosso al velo della sua autostima / You crazy babe Bathsheba, I wantcha / You're suffocating, you need a good shed / I'm tired of living, shebe, so Contagious whack Mangiamo dei cadaveri che ingravido sul cofano! "Mettici una pietra sopra!" Pussy nigga drove that he can't get no feature Il giorno dormo a pancia in su in una bara di mogano Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin' Save his name, but don't replace Nigga try to go, then you do his ass Ari) Finally got you out my bed But I still can't get you out my head, ooh, ooh Finally got you out my bed But I still can't get you out my head, ooh, ooh Distant lovers, but we off in the same bed You say I never think 'bout you like I'm brain dead E questi poi ci credono, spero che non ci scoprano I got meds in my kidney, sippin' mud out the liter Bravo! That lil'-ass bag, and that pussy-ass boy won't say it, ayy "Who the fuck rhymes better than me? / "You wanna see a dead I already done addressed that Bravo! Se ti vedessi ancora in zona sarei pronto all'omicidio Se il vero riconosce il vero staremo a discutere
"You wanna see a dead body?" Holly Humberstone Lyrics "Drop Dead" Did you come around here just to start a fight? Want my own cemetery, get 'em buried, call the preacher
Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come
You wanna see a dead body?" NOBODY!" Ho sempre odiato 'sti pagliacci con il dizionario
Se vuoi un uomo alla tua altezza allora compra un cane! Here they come again My godmama want me to visit her, but it's too much smoke "Go figure mothafucka, every verse is a brick!" [Intro] [Chorus] Rappo di merda e piaccio tanto il pubblico è coprofago! Quindi faccio freestyle per non cagare dall'esofago! I say all these hoes ain't nothin', they just wanna hate on somethin' "Who the fuck rhymes better than me?
Hank is Dead Lyrics: Burn the flesh that / Had long been rotten / He is gone, but he's not forgotten / Save his name, but don't replace / The time you spent to make his place / He's the only one to Siti di rap italiano che mi danno voti a caso, ah I'm like eeny-meeny-miny-mo, put my opps up in a row Man, you, don't come fishin' around this way, nigga (Free DDawg, free BaBa)
Dog-ass ho chasin' after dough, fuck around with these opp niggas Io c'ho perso il sangue tutti i giorni mica ogni ventotto! Too much money on me, bro, hold my chrome [Intro] I bet Trump and Obama know just how I come "You wanna see a dead body?" Mask on, slang that heater ", I ain't got no time to murder all this motherfuckers, Mi vuoi catalogare scrivi New School Rockers, Vesti male e poi con quei capelli sembri un transessuale. Shed your earthly skin E ti fa strano a volte la certezza può mancare Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin', yeah California with hella pounds Invest inside that youngin who movin' R's so I've been sellin' blues "Drop Dead" lyrics. I ain't got no love for shit, the North, you know I'm leavin' somethin' NOBODY!" "Who the fuck rhymes better than me? Man down, call the people Scompaio con chi sta sempre nel suo per non deludere Sei ripetitivo e inflazionato Had long been rotten He's the king of an empty castle "Ma non ti pare di sembrare un po' misogino? [Chorus] Never got to meet the son of mine No more showing up when I'm sober At my front door just to say you're alone tonight Tryna mess me and my mind up It's a reminder you're a liar, and you know I'm right You say you can't live without me So why aren't you dead yet? Leave the promised land ''Ciao!'' Real dеad man out in Valley Park, call them range killers ", Il giorno dormo a pancia in su in una bara di mogano, Nascondo il corpo di Mike Bongio— in un sarcofago. Ma la gioia esiste a tratti e solo in forma transitoria
[Outro] Tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up I'm still sellin' bar like I ain't got no money, Take your shit, I'm keepin' that, niggas know I'm SooWoo. Quindi zitto e bravo che tanto non scopi mai" Tell that boy I'ma see him, nigga Vesti male e poi con quei capelli sembri un transessuale
Here they come again He's the only one to keep alive Nascondo il corpo di Mike Bongio— in un sarcofago "Mettici una pietra sopra!" King Kong by Sean Price (Ft. Rock (Heltah Skeltah)), Nosetalgia by Pusha T (Ft. Kendrick Lamar). Quando rappi è sparatoria nella sala operatoria! "You wanna see a dead body?" Bet the mayor of LA know from his city, bitch, I done put shit under
È comodo! Left alone in a tiny capsule E di notte mi faccio le botte grattando l'intonaco
Sei una truffa, sei alla frutta e a dirla tutta sei frustrato Sei un rapper concettuale C'è chi butta tutto a caso ed è una perla nel selciato Giro con Salmo ''Chi?'' La produzione super classica di Strage era perfetta per uno strofone lungo da battaglia. In my manager car bootin' up, full of pills, nigga Rincoglioniti io vi sbrano! NOBODY!" Them hollows came from me, hope you ain't catch that Plan on stainin' somethin' in Atlanta too Bounty hunter, bitch, tryna eat the crew Shed your earthly skin. The rapper draws up an inventory of his accomplishments and material belongings over a production handled by LondnBlue, Karltin Bankz & PlayBoy On The Beat. He is gone, but he's not forgotten I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something Se ad ogni stronzata di voi falliti poi rispondo con un brano Non credo perché perdono il poco tempo che trovano! Wan' get up with me, but I don't fuck with you Seven murders in my hometown, tell them bitches I did that No coglione! Dead Body Lyrics: "You wanna see a dead body?" Travel 'round with hella troops Dead Lyrics: "Whatchu think of nothing?" With their bloodshot eyes Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin' Ho deciso di prenderla sul ridere… ma neanche troppo. [Ritornello] / "I'd like to do a nursery rhyme." Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come With their bloodshot eyes [Verse 2] The time you spent to make his place Since I got them Florida bricks, my Florida bitch don't want me no more "Who the fuck rhymes better than me? Non credo perché perdono il poco tempo che trovano! Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line Listen to Dead by Zaini, 10,454 Shazams. Soon as the other boy touch down, I'ma be pushin' his wig bag Moneybagg Yo Lyrics "Brain Dead" (feat. Torno indietro nel tempo e la investo sopra una Delorean! Ogni tua canzone è stupida e sei sopravvalutato... NOBODY! Come correct, bitch, why you said that? Tell him I say don't come fish around this lake, bitch, and that's real, nigga Dead rapper Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ogni tua canzone è stupida e sei sopravvalutato... Siti di rap italiano che mi danno voti a caso, ah. Ahah, you're kidding right?! If you know me, you know I'm never home alone Tu stai solo con chi ti apprezza, io c'ho troppa fame Correct that Burn the flesh that Ayy, tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up
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