15.01.2021
My music
My music, not the marketThis is Hip Hop, not Pop, unusual
My music is a trademark of the street
(bruh) my music is a must in the car
10 years, 10 styles ah
Underground isn't in books ah
The school I attended got a diploma on the street
My music has written right with 'bruhhh' in bed
Who is underneath make the sound of 'ah ah'
My hands are busy and have to count the dollar bills
Honey, now isn't the time to need rubber
Whoo, 'cause it's not time to 'ah ah ah'
No drama, a bit violent, not good
My music is picky to listeners because of angles
My music is color light, stimulant and champagne
My music is a message that makes me remember to visit you
We're yeh look so fine
Say few wrong sentences
There are 102
The fake guys it kept imitating it looked pale
Nothing but canvas
Come on turn on 'My Music' for it to clear, click
Again texted me 'here we come here'
Want to lie on the sofa with me tonight
My music is all-recruitment, let you drink to get drunk
Pull up with me, then the other contracy you just want to refuse immediately
I still do it well when it comes to hand
I still consider haters as 'bruhhh' and I'm a mill
Don't grind all of today, I leave it to tomorrow
Can't give me a lie
You girls just say oh my god, yeah
Meet me during the day you will laugh ha ha ha
Night down is only your sound ah ah ah
I will be the guy you love every day
Uhhh so your knees will often darken at night
My music is addictive so you can hardly quit
You are pretty like that, not for me then for who
I revealed that I have 3 legs
2 legs to stand and since.... rely I send you
To haters sincerely and thanks
I play hip hop using them to make lubrication
2006 sells souls to music
2020 my music sell gold and silver
I don't need the throne in Hip Hop game
My music is sometimes white rice and canned meat
My music is party, abalone and fish
My music is from the discotheque to the billiards shop
We're yeh look so fine
Say few wrong sentences
There are 102
The fake guys it kept imitating it looked pale
Nothing but canvas
Come on turn on 'My Music' for it to clear, click
Again texted me 'here we come here'
Want to lie on the sofa with me tonight
My music is all-recruitment, let you drink to get drunk
Pull up with me, then the other contracy you just want to refuse immediately
I still do it well when it comes to hand
I still consider haters as 'bruhhh' and I'm a mill
Don't grind all of today, I leave it to tomorrow
Can't give me a lie
You girls just say oh my god, yeah
T.I.N.L.E on da beat
Hip Hop never die, love me never wrong
belee dat