But I got one of for you my Portobello Belle She thinks she's tough She ain't no English rose But the blind singer He's seen enough and he knows He do a song about a long-gone Irish girl Belladonna's on the high street Her breasts upon the offbeat And

They wanna see me fall And I will never sell my soul I'm on some shit that they ain't seen before Dream chasing, catching all my goals I don't need these hoes I'm getting money, me and all my woes Play with me, you know is all I want The young niggas

Blame it on the streets Don't blame my mama Don't blame my liquor Shootouts in broad daylight, South Central zoo life Young nigga goin' hard, hustle all night Mama prayin', tellin' God I don't live right Fuck right, go left, catch a damn strike Felonies

Sticky, icky, icky, icky Just seen a big ol' ass, (it's Saturday) I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash System on blast, cops just pass Grease don't pop on the stove no more, moved on up Double shot Hennessey fill my cup Luda choke smoke in a big

Pégate y dame presión Esta noche de la disco me fugo Ella lo que quiere es acción Me dice al oído "papi chulo" Pégame y dame presión Ella quiere que yo la castigue y que le de de de de La vire al revés, sin decirle por qué Este perreo esta pa' darle Pa'

The sun goes down He takes the day, but I'm grown And in your way He walks away My tears dry on their own In this blue shade So we are history Your shadow covers me The sky above ablaze

Syre, a beautiful confusion (I love you) The story of a boy who chased the sunset until it chased him (where you goin'?) Never quite sure about his placement or Where he's been in this pink world or why nothing ever made sense He knew that he had loved

Bag alert, major bag alert (major) Bag alert, major bag alert, yeah (bag) Bag alert, major bag alert (bag) Plain Patek, plain Jane, fill it with ice (ice) Save ya check, you don't know the price (no) Pull up, McLaren with wings Pull up and spread my

Lo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy To'a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush Lo' maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy Pero ahora estoy pa'l krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy También tenemos

She screams with those eyes I have lived in a junkyard Where the weeds eat up the rain If you get anything there even out of place You know there's hell to pay And he said "you're as sick as you are lovely And in need of a hand" He tells me "you are