Bimba di Tiraspol si potrebbe andare oltre Farti la Corte trafiggere la coltre Sorti ci separano lavorano la morte Un uccello di fuoco come moltres Aur parul din meu patul pizda ta Il mio pasto sto a posto è apposto Le migliori pompe, Marfa e dompe Scheda sul cuore rocce ci si rompe Dievuska tiraspolskaya a Massaua La vita ti taglia la penna di Kerouac
Il mio disco è miele è sweet Nu vreau iubirea ta sunt un barbat gresit Da, ya iz italii ho visto quantità tali Da, ya Kisame in giro solo con itachi Alta più di me coi tacchi ti stacchi dal suolo Ti porto dei pacchi ti ammacchi da sola Come mele bacate anime bucate Cura per l animo perforate voda spate
Nu am frica acum sei più di una figa La tua pelle bianca anche più di una riga Sfiga conoscerci cosi i tuoi amichetti Vogliono il mio sangue segni dei miei denti Linea della vita qui si spezzano i segmenti Dell odio i sementi nel vuoto io se menti Sembro cattivo ma non lo sono Sono peggio sono politico ho il seggio E suono quello che non ti ho mai detto Non mi aspetto mi ami qualcuno difetto Di fiducia per un difetto estetico Tu manchi d affetto oltre all etica
Dievutska iubeste ma, uita ma Da sunt vinovat deci acum iarta ma Te enervez, saruta ma asculta ma Da te tradez sunt murdar est viata ma Dar si fara tine ARD ca o lingure de crack Cand futim uita inima mea cum e alb
Eu ma simt singur dar ma simt smecher Da am cumparat un biletul la bender De ce am respuns de ce nu Pacemu malysh ya nie panimaiu Da ya nie snaiu ya nie znal Ya nie so zla snova gulaiu
*Ayoo.. If you need a writer you can holla me I ain't a stripper but you gotta throw some dollas at me.. Hit a nigga face It took em outta space.. Hollow tip gripping Bitch listen Did crimes for a living and I never went to prison That's the mission, Maybe divine intervention*
Let me spit quick I got a limit on digits When I’m famous I’ll come back and frame this shit Just tell me if it stinks Everyone’s a fucking critic like I said Tell me what you think I be at the club scarin bitches Growling Tell me what you drink She like the fruity shit I’ll buy whatever In the bar That gets me rubbin on her gluteus And I ain’t make it yet But they always lookin at me with the eyes that wonder who he is Bitch I’m nobody But if you disrespect my aura Ima leave you with a cold body I post to insta 4chan SoundCloud and RUclips And you still wanna think i think the same as you do? Stop playing with me
That's not it my friend. You have to be more clever when you think of this shit. Rap about whatever you want to. Bitches, drugs, money. It's about the delivery. No matter the intended flow, these lyrics are not good. Do not delete though. Just learn & do better. Then you can reflect when you've improved. Do not be discouraged.
Ppl talking about me that never met me. You couldn't handle the lyrics I wrote down and ripped up then threw away cause I wasn't feeling it. My neck don't freeze and my wrist don't either I don't need to I can buy a house with a Visa. Mind on a different wave you prepare for success or you plan to fail. The world is mine(in nas's voice). I rhyme superb don't ever sleep on my penmanship. Wake you up just like an alarm clock.
Like an alarm clock I’m armed in your broad spot In Broad-day light Got to the west side 3 hours behind And brought daylight Count cake til sunrise My name get mentioned A son dies
@@kayygee68 my name got metioned and you can collect cash and get in the club for free with a room in vip. I'm deep just like the ocean floor. Broke a leg and walked it off. Lyrics hit with the impact of a nuclear bomb. Old school flow like big daddy kane. Coming with the hits like the braves or the yankees. On point like a hitman's schedule. Money ain't on your mind so what you think doesn't count.
@@walterclark3198 I got the club jumping I'ma it bounce, several bottles of champagne and I brought a ounce,, it's a war going on in these streets I hope you make it out, some of your closes people hate on you that's without a doubt, I still collect pennies I got to make every dollar count, fuck eye balling it the profit must be the right amount, discipline and budgeting reflects the commas in my account
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When it’s raining at night and you just woke up in the middle of the night
Or when you realize the people around you aren't what they portray to be.
@@chancregister2714 hell yea
Makes sense
can't rain forever
I love this shit. Every time I hear a Westside Gunn instrumental I can’t help but randomly go DOO DOO DOOO DOOOO AYO🙏🏼
AYO
This looks like a memorial for Westside Gunn
Thank gods he beat Covid 🤲🏾
I did all these instrumental videos like this lol. Had a format and just kept it 😂
wsg got those beats that might not hit for years but when they do...damn
Even the loops are unmatched
Dooooooooooooot doooooooot dooooooot gxfr
Yo this shit ill. Good work.
A-YOOO. I WANT ME AND MY ....
niggas to have back to back yachts
SIHLE TENJWA lick the M16 I got one on my opps
justanotherday 93 one nigga thought he had hops
@@neymar9661 he tried to jump the fence Lord, why he do that?
Titus Sassole his kids never seen him lord!
shit ain’t even bussed down
🤣💯💥
It’s “lunchin” big bro but good shit fam
Fixed lol thanks bro!!!
Can u do the thousand mac instrumental...plz
Please lord
lowkey want this to be played at my funeral
one nigga thought he had hops tried to jump the fence lord why he do that 🤦🏽♂️
You gone stand before God one day
Don't let the darkness play
I speak peace to my commodores
you don't want this war
pure bliss, on some j dilla shit you could listen all day
AYO
I’m making a song to this
Bimba di Tiraspol si potrebbe andare oltre
Farti la Corte trafiggere la coltre
Sorti ci separano lavorano la morte
Un uccello di fuoco come moltres
Aur parul din meu patul pizda ta
Il mio pasto sto a posto è apposto
Le migliori pompe, Marfa e dompe
Scheda sul cuore rocce ci si rompe
Dievuska tiraspolskaya a Massaua
La vita ti taglia la penna di Kerouac
Il mio disco è miele è sweet
Nu vreau iubirea ta sunt un barbat gresit
Da, ya iz italii ho visto quantità tali
Da, ya Kisame in giro solo con itachi
Alta più di me coi tacchi ti stacchi dal suolo
Ti porto dei pacchi ti ammacchi da sola
Come mele bacate anime bucate
Cura per l animo perforate voda spate
Da, nimeni ca mine, stai pe langa mine
Viata mea prea trist iubirea nu exist
Ponti tra me e ucraine mist
Stiu ca mint questo è meglio di mi fist
Nu am frica acum sei più di una figa
La tua pelle bianca anche più di una riga
Sfiga conoscerci cosi i tuoi amichetti
Vogliono il mio sangue segni dei miei denti
Linea della vita qui si spezzano i segmenti
Dell odio i sementi nel vuoto io se menti
Sembro cattivo ma non lo sono
Sono peggio sono politico ho il seggio
E suono quello che non ti ho mai detto
Non mi aspetto mi ami qualcuno difetto
Di fiducia per un difetto estetico
Tu manchi d affetto oltre all etica
Dievutska iubeste ma, uita ma
Da sunt vinovat deci acum iarta ma
Te enervez, saruta ma asculta ma
Da te tradez sunt murdar est viata ma
Dar si fara tine ARD ca o lingure de crack
Cand futim uita inima mea cum e alb
Eu ma simt singur dar ma simt smecher
Da am cumparat un biletul la bender
De ce am respuns de ce nu
Pacemu malysh ya nie panimaiu
Da ya nie snaiu ya nie znal
Ya nie so zla snova gulaiu
Ayoooo
Pls do sunshine intro🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾
“uhh- who take care of the man who takes care of himself?”
Ayooo prrrrrrrr tututututuuuuu
Bro Can Yu Please Do The Joint Love Off Of HWH7 ..
Kyzer Batiste i hope you talking about Whoopy
I don't Care about Your Respects Props, I know U will Never be Loyal just like My Black A🤬🤬 Pop's!!!🎶🎶🎶☝🏾☝🏾☝🏾👨🏿👨🏿👨🏿👹👹👹🎹🎹🎹🥁🥁🥁
sounds like Tha God Fahim-black bird?
*Ayoo..
If you need a writer you can holla me
I ain't a stripper but you gotta throw some dollas at me..
Hit a nigga face
It took em outta space..
Hollow tip gripping
Bitch listen
Did crimes for a living and I never went to prison
That's the mission,
Maybe divine intervention*
*IMA RUN 100 ON THIZ.*
Ayeee
dope
💥💥💥💥💥
Puñetaaaaaaa
It’s feels so fresh to hear you want to attack it
Let me spit quick
I got a limit on digits
When I’m famous I’ll come back and frame this shit
Just tell me if it stinks
Everyone’s a fucking critic like I said
Tell me what you think
I be at the club scarin bitches
Growling
Tell me what you drink
She like the fruity shit
I’ll buy whatever In the bar
That gets me rubbin on her gluteus
And I ain’t make it yet
But they always lookin at me with the eyes that wonder who he is
Bitch I’m nobody
But if you disrespect my aura
Ima leave you with a cold body
I post to insta 4chan SoundCloud and RUclips
And you still wanna think i think the same as you do?
Stop playing with me
That's not it my friend. You have to be more clever when you think of this shit. Rap about whatever you want to. Bitches, drugs, money. It's about the delivery. No matter the intended flow, these lyrics are not good. Do not delete though. Just learn & do better. Then you can reflect when you've improved. Do not be discouraged.
"Ayo poom poom poom poom poom poom"
R.I.P. Oskar Blummer
too ill
Ppl talking about me that never met me. You couldn't handle the lyrics I wrote down and ripped up then threw away cause I wasn't feeling it. My neck don't freeze and my wrist don't either I don't need to I can buy a house with a Visa. Mind on a different wave you prepare for success or you plan to fail. The world is mine(in nas's voice). I rhyme superb don't ever sleep on my penmanship. Wake you up just like an alarm clock.
Like an alarm clock
I’m armed in your broad spot
In Broad-day light
Got to the west side 3 hours behind
And brought daylight
Count cake til sunrise
My name get mentioned
A son dies
@@kayygee68 my name got metioned and you can collect cash and get in the club for free with a room in vip. I'm deep just like the ocean floor. Broke a leg and walked it off. Lyrics hit with the impact of a nuclear bomb. Old school flow like big daddy kane. Coming with the hits like the braves or the yankees. On point like a hitman's schedule. Money ain't on your mind so what you think doesn't count.
@@walterclark3198 I got the club jumping I'ma it bounce, several bottles of champagne and I brought a ounce,, it's a war going on in these streets I hope you make it out, some of your closes people hate on you that's without a doubt, I still collect pennies I got to make every dollar count, fuck eye balling it the profit must be the right amount, discipline and budgeting reflects the commas in my account
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