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Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Fuck Being Humble |
| Pop goes the weasel, we in another kick door |
| If anybody hungry, brains all on your french toast |
| Seen Maylene choosin' when she see how my wrist broke |
| Send two-two-threes at his heart for thinking he Kimbo |
| Tying my Christian Loubs, I think I see the Jimbos |
| Mr. Mosely, everybody know I get dough |
| Announce yourself before you claiming that we kinfolk |
| It’s Presidents Day every time I let my wrist show |
| When aiming the beam, only time I let some shit go |
| Drakeo keep acting up, know I gotta let that shit show |
| Catastrophes, tragically, every time I write a hit song |
| Your majesty, clap for me, got the Tommy when I sit down |
| Toe tagger, the AMG a 4Matic |
| You can die in these streets, ain’t no time for romancing |
| Mud walking in Neimans, niggas thinking I’m slow dancing |
| Twenty strip in the air, have to cover the pole dancers |
| That’s just me, back for the fee, I’m on it |
| Clapping the heat, these rats in the streets get slaughtered |
| Talk blasphemy to me, you making the news in the morning |
| We joking and laughing, your mom and your pappy they mourning |
| Know the time of death but we gon' leave that to the coroner |
| Donor, these contractors need dough, Homer |
| Bambino what you call that? I think four goners |
| Wanna catch up with me, you need at least four blowers |
| I can be humble when I’m forty |
| These old niggas wanna rap beef with me, ain’t you 'bout forty? |
| These niggas goin' in they stash sayin' fuck it, and threw bout forty |
| Niggas sniffing China white and swear they thinkin' they Tony |
| See I’ma let the world know I can be humble when I’m forty |
| Ayy buster, nerd, pipsqueak |
| What I look like tucking this jewelry, this neckpiece? |
| Might as well turn Buddhist, how the fuck Budda blessed me |
| Bitch bring me ten bands tryna impress me, nigga |
| I’ll be humble when I’m forty |
| Your diamonds cloudy, your watch tick, that ain’t no Rollie |
| FN’s, got twenty, Manu Ginobili |
| Her best friend, eat her out while she throat me |
| I hear the bark, where the bite nigga? show me |
| Yatta this, Yatta that, nigga blow me |
| Fuck a bitch, all I need is hunduns |
| Dick sucking, cheerleading nigga, where your pompoms? |
| Backwood blue, cookie burner, keep your pump pumped |
| If this Rollie worth your life, come try dumb-dumb |
| Drakeo got a drum, some shit you can’t run from |
| XD, red beam, this is not a stun gun |
| I can be humble when I’m forty |
| These old niggas wanna rap beef with me, ain’t you 'bout forty? |
| These niggas goin' in they stash sayin' fuck it, and threw bout forty |
| Niggas sniffing China white and swear they thinkin' they Tony |
| See I’ma let the world know I can be humble when I’m forty |
| When I’m forty |
| See I’ma let the world know I can be humble when I’m forty |