Danh jeremih - Inedit el f** lyrics

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Danh jeremih - Inedit el f** lyrics

They say of me that I represent tyga rap danis Who said I could do it not, not believe me, was no help This is Dani tyga, you remember me ... f*g [Dani tyga] Let the boycott my sound was their a** in the sonar Watch out, pigs are hunted parties Mullah Omar Small, not mixing the F1 and karting We're not back in stores because we never went The policy is that orgy of stray dogs Out of nothing a giant, I am the good and bad newz The sound comes from the Benz, the maintenance of the bucket, you know It is 95, the sound of Q.G Drunk listening to my sound, my song you want to live Want to test Paris, wesh my face what happened to you The suburb is dangerous, you're right to sh** on you Your police can do nothing, the world share in this su- I go out of CDs when I want, vesqui me hard jet, free riding This is Lunatic, Doum's M.O. click And if your brat, not his coke mixed with water This is neither the fault of danis, nor the fault of denis Chorus [Danh jeremih] On my head, they want to use my technique, I gently put This is for those people who revised target for those people who head Unmanned, no king, I come to the top watching without air conditioning Hard to imagine life without cream team, billions of cents A rap imitated, plagiarized, made cool As a result, many of the MC bled blow It was the heavy gold Would there said the tip-mara For the guys bitumen, the pen of rat holes They told me what counts is the gesture, sometimes I want to stop Ok, I remain to keep them from biting I hurt in biz with an undertaker in show business You get out of jail, ouias it's cool, let me kiss the guy Not read the guest list, let me go son The who*es in the Porch, guns in the pocket Little old lady, well like your bag, I'll do a brat Not resist, you kiffes my sista western suburbs And if your man has tray 10 Me you know me, I am good at pe-ra To cram the bullet hole of justice Suddenly independence breaks records Damn, suddenly I became hardcore gold Have no doubt about the department, reap what you sow Me is the hatred that I teach you, neighborhood Hauts-de-Seine Refrain [Dani tyga] I caught the crime in full flight, bitter with anger Go out armed with a paintball With us, you steal it then sells I have left school by the jail I stroke by bumping My brothers, they come and go, grumbling My rap feel the dough, pasta with onion Anyway I am the one who said no, go f** your mother Whiskey under the armpits, looking skyward pissing I make tunes reflecting the CL 600 New hull is cop at micro n***a, it's new style, new school New times, new deal Ala belleck, new missile, man, new homicide Balance the ticket sales in the pan quickly I'd be kosher if I die slain Brothers, remove the needle from your arteries Puncture tires of the charter ......