Kimi ga itakeshiki wa nukumori to yasuragi irotori Hajimete shita koi no kaori ga shita Mabushi ijashi abete nanimooso mizunii takeredo Sono akarusawa
Keunyeonun morujyo Jeongmal morujyo Ee apeaun sarang Na hunja sarangul hago Dd ibyeoreul hago keunyeorul bonaeyo Jiuhgo jiweobwado Son kkat hana jiuhi
gidaridaga neoreul gidaridaga jugeodo gidaridaga maeil gidaridaga jugeodo gidarida nae gaseumi jugeodo gwaenchanha michindeut saranghaeseo michindeut
fuckin' niggas I'm fuckin' her friends, now her friends ain't even fuckin' with her Damn, she text me all day and night So pissed off, she ain't even
fucking niggas I'm fucking her friends now, her friends ain't even fucking with her Damn, she text me all day and night So pissed off, she ain't even
t.v. Hot as ever and theres something Yall should know Told ya that I wasnt playin So in I go! Have you ever seen me and rock cities Live show? All I gotta say is P. T
herbs Yo this is for my {niggaz} on the block all day Who don't give a {fuck} waitin for crime to pay Put your money on it, yo we never fronted Long Island
im on ur ass like dirt behind that cash, get murk im talkin big sh-t n-gga, join my hit list n-gga whats the matter? check ur bladder im the sh-t piss
chain that I bone T-turtleneck, light beer n' a thin ass chain, n' that's it (x2) [Snoop Dogg] The rabbit kicked the bucket, dog said f**k it, Get
weed (Lady) All day I need some brown weed (Jenny) I need some cut (Lady, lady) Now these doors don't open, til after dark (Owoo) And it ain't 'til
[T-Pain & Smoke- Chorus] And you if give a f-ck that your firends stuck up and she don't wanna mess up her hair and if you wanna f-ck, like I wanna f-
representin', always talkin' shit, big shit (That's what we do) It's been about 15 long years, mackin', profilin' Workin' up in the booth off some top shelf Long Islands
it out I gets my love game on without a doubt My girl know I'm live (yeah) point blank period Handcuffin them hoes y'all can't be serious You ain't cut
Danish darts, language arts, slanger banger you Punk motherfucka... [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] All you talk is poor... All of your fushu, I got gats, Ghostface that But your rhymes ain't
if you won't A lot of dudes saying that they can but they don't A lot of boys saying that they G's and they ain't Mess around, get layed down in the paint
stutter we're the [Incomprehensible] Description of my rhyme? Hmm, butter! Better yet milky, smooth and silky Don't applaud you fraud, you wasn't with me When I started rappin', you wasn't
I hold it down I hold it down I hold it down I hold it down Aight, Staten Island, what up? Yeah, Long Island, what up? Come on Jazzy Jeff, y'all Philly
