letra de oh its that guy with the grills - splash
-kamlesh- : 90 rupaye ka solution pee jaata hi
-reporter- : naam kya hai year?
smoking it by the pound, little bud in my green sweater
used to sound wack, but i really wanna be better
she say’s she wants to have three letters…but i’m sorry, i’ve been saving for a real bella
third eye open, work hard stay focused, f-ck a hating locust
always tryna bring us down, never try to know us
about to hurt your feelings, as my sh-t goes global….
respecting all my woman since day 1, only f-cked one broad, never forget what her name was..
we used to be so loud, paranoid about the neighbours
december 31st, is the night my mamma gave birth
somebody told my momma that this boy is full of music
raised in the third world, that is what my truth is
exposed to the first world, abu dhabi’06, camden street.. used to walk it in my loafers
everything plastic,mall full of posers
stuck in a room, writing songs f-ck homework
30gb ipod cl-ssic, sum 41. kfc where the time spent
f-cking hated school, i was always skipping cl-sses
ugly little midget funny accent, was the type of boy who’d never change his p-ssword, love the sound that tape makes when you hit fast forward
see ill always have new delhi on my p-ssport
independent artist, lack a buzz..no cash flow
f-ck cbse, f-ck a cl-ssroom, school you on the blackboard
aiming for the tops, all my sh-t is international
really not a hustler, smoking on musta
squad is all i trust..ah!
laid back rasta
life loop nascar
court her in her -ss fat
drive thru mc donald’s, sipping minute maid at adnoc
if you’ve lived in abu dhabi, you’ll get the last part
training at the gym…looking swole, all vascular
5’6 midget cut me open. find an animal
last one at the gym, cause you know i got stamina
music got me feeling good, express it through a camera
working on my craft, i would never die an amateur
i know i’m getting older, so i really gotta plan it brah!
the industry full of phony artist, cannot stand it brah!
y’all better step it up, my level. you can’t match it brah!
if we ever smoked weed together, i won’t p-ss it back!
can’t afford a holiday, been saving for an acid stamp
pop it, let my mind see the truth. that my gl-sses can’t
haters catching feelings, cuz you know i can actually rap
f-ck your b-tch on the mezzanine floor-m-ssive attack
doggy styling her then i put it in his mommy’s mouth
channel all my love bottled up, now she making zombie sounds
d-ck is like kasuti herb, it gave this b-tch a cotton mouth
ain’t n0body do it better, new delhi potty mouth
f-ck a slow switch, i don’t need to prove anything to anybody
got the sonay ki chabhi, all these rappers getting bodied
i’ve been learning from the legends, but i’m not never gonna copy
stay trill like rocky, funny singhs can’t stop me
stay true to myself
new delhi – abu dhabi
reppin both my cities till i’m r.i.p like ali
need a real bad girl, who’s addicted to squatting
my only life goal – cop a crib in manual-good vibes in the valley
att-tude of a lion, dropping panties
living life alone but i’m happy
living life alone- lifting weights- smoking- chilling
living life alone but i’m happy
letras aleatórias
- letra de capuché dans le club - mmz
- letra de area - holy modee & morten
- letra de monsters.inc - moses sichach
- letra de late nights in the city - ks artist
- letra de bitmez dertlerim - bossy (tr)
- letra de you are too beautiful - seth macfarlane
- letra de se7en's love - se7en (korea)
- letra de a sunday kind of love - the del-vikings
- letra de magazine (the blanck mass recording) - editors
- letra de mama laudaaa - feest dj maarten