![]() ![]() Lar das festas e da maconha A terra ensolarada dos bandidos, deixem o mano respirar A menina tirou a regata pra sentir a brisa Lábios queimados, baseado cheio de erva, paz, amor, inimigos Mano, eu não vim aqui pra brigar Você não sabia que ela veio aqui pra transar? Tenho um cano nas calças pra bunda dela Mano, eu sou a vida da batida Foda-se, este é o meu ano, minha hora de comer, balance para o rei Você está aí se doendo e eu ainda estou no topo As minas nunca colam com você, mano, ouvi falar que você é um bosta Mano, aquela cadela precisa de sexo Tip-tip-tip salta pra fora do vestido, com as mãos pro alto junto com a música Uh, sim, eu sou o negro rico agora Puta, eu sou o assunto da cidade, as minas não param de falar Rebole até o chão pro menino Vai até o chão. ![]() Mano, eu vejo, meninas em todos os lugares Tetas, bunda, mãos para o ar, tá rolando uma festa aqui Balance a bunda para o homem do ano Uh, homem do ano, o homem do. Bounceīruh, I see, girls everywhere Titty, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here Shake it for the man of the year Uh, man of the year, man of the, bounce ![]() Home of the slanging on the curb Weed cards every corner sell herb, what's a fly to a bird? Nigga, I could pitch you a curb Let this real shit occur, make mills from a verb Nigga cop a crib in the burbs, nigga You ain't said nothing but a word, smoke something for ya nerve Home of the paid on the first Then nigga going broke by the third, bounce for the crown Fast forward getting real tell me now Every dog need a cat to meow, every once in a while I see hands in the crowds See whites, blacks blazing a pound, jumping around Tits, ass bump out her gown Bounce from the ground, hype for the sound This verse straight from the morgue Pop down from the floor. Home of the party and the trees Sunny land of the g's, please let a nigga breathe Tank top top down for the breeze Burnt lips, got a blunt full of weed, peace, love, enemies Nigga I ain't come for the beef You ain't know she came for the skeet? Got pipe for the cheeks Nigga, I'm the life of the beat Fuck that, this year gotta eat, bounce for the crown You be hating and I still hold it down When you round man the girls never lounge, man I heard you a hound Bruh, man, that bitch need a pound Tip-tip-tip bounce out her gown, hands high to the sound Uh, yeah, I'm the rich nigga now Bitch, I'm the talk of the town, make a bitch run her mouth Go south for the boy Pop down to the floor. Bruh, I see, girls everywhere Titty, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here Shake it for the man of the year Uh, man of the year, man of the. ![]()
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