Shitting on the beats like Gunna
Got all of that , now I wanna
To my account add a coma
Shit is just getting fun , huh?
My bitch tanned, but you know I want browner
Glock on me , not a guner
To her life , I'm the owner
Prospect , you gotta loan her
Leave me alone , I'm a loner
My balls are fully made from rock
That makes me a motherf*cking stoner
You still talk bad 'bout your bros , huh ?
Still behind their backs , huh?
Instead of getting them packs , huh?
Instead of stacking them racks , huh?
This drop...
It melts my ears...
Just give me some time ,
Just give some years
Mom , take this cash and wipe your tears...
After all this time your son is fearless!
Maintaining my fitness
I'm making then sell it , it's business
I was so alone , so I don't have a witness
Anger issues , incurable ilness
Started doing more , I started to think less
I'm the god of war , but after it's stillness
I'm just training , I'm having a field test
Right on point , don't care bout the thickness
Can't be talking shit , so I think I have to link west
Can't be going slow , nah , not even a bit less
I'm so sick , in fact , I'm the sickest
If they going big , I'm going the biggest
The biggest soon
I was gonna rise even I was born
In the heart of Cameroon
If they keep dragging you down
My brother, you are in the wrong room
You know is gonna be crazy brother
All you gotta hear is boom
All you gotta hear is boom
She told me she is the only one
Bitch , you 'nother monster from Doom
My girls like crack
Right there in my back
Get smashed in the back of my room
I got some nephews just like you
I ate them using a spoon
A f*cking spoon
I'm checking the time
It's 7 O'clock , so I guess it's 7 June
F*cking selenized from the moon
Morning , late night , and afternoon
I pop ur dog just like a balloon
Tom&Jerry , we remakin' cartoons
I'm Sergio Agüero Kun
Or Eduardo Camavinga
Your monthly wage , I get it on my finger
I'm drinking this Moët with Figa
You'll die a hope , hoe , just like Lingard
Furthermore , I will add some Ricard
To pays hoes, I have a free card
Stefan Sorin - Incurable Ilness Lyrics
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Shitting on the beats like Gunna
Got all of that , now I wanna
To my account add a coma
Shit is just getting fun , huh?
My bitch tanned, but you know I want browner
Glock on me , not a guner
To her life , I'm the owner
Prospect , you gotta loan her
Leave me alone , I'm a loner
My balls are fully made from rock
That makes me a motherf*cking stoner
You still talk bad 'bout your bros , huh ?
Still behind their backs , huh?
Instead of getting them packs , huh?
Instead of stacking them racks , huh?
This drop...
It melts my ears...
Just give me some time ,
Just give some years
Mom , take this cash and wipe your tears...
After all this time your son is fearless!
Maintaining my fitness
I'm making then sell it , it's business
I was so alone , so I don't have a witness
Anger issues , incurable ilness
Started doing more , I started to think less
I'm the god of war , but after it's stillness
I'm just training , I'm having a field test
Right on point , don't care bout the thickness
Can't be talking shit , so I think I have to link west
Can't be going slow , nah , not even a bit less
I'm so sick , in fact , I'm the sickest
If they going big , I'm going the biggest
The biggest soon
I was gonna rise even I was born
In the heart of Cameroon
If they keep dragging you down
My brother, you are in the wrong room
You know is gonna be crazy brother
All you gotta hear is boom
All you gotta hear is boom
She told me she is the only one
Bitch , you 'nother monster from Doom
My girls like crack
Right there in my back
Get smashed in the back of my room
I got some nephews just like you
I ate them using a spoon
A f*cking spoon
I'm checking the time
It's 7 O'clock , so I guess it's 7 June
F*cking selenized from the moon
Morning , late night , and afternoon
I pop ur dog just like a balloon
Tom&Jerry , we remakin' cartoons
I'm Sergio Agüero Kun
Or Eduardo Camavinga
Your monthly wage , I get it on my finger
I'm drinking this Moët with Figa
You'll die a hope , hoe , just like Lingard
Furthermore , I will add some Ricard
To pays hoes, I have a free card
Got all of that , now I wanna
To my account add a coma
Shit is just getting fun , huh?
My bitch tanned, but you know I want browner
Glock on me , not a guner
To her life , I'm the owner
Prospect , you gotta loan her
Leave me alone , I'm a loner
My balls are fully made from rock
That makes me a motherf*cking stoner
You still talk bad 'bout your bros , huh ?
Still behind their backs , huh?
Instead of getting them packs , huh?
Instead of stacking them racks , huh?
This drop...
It melts my ears...
Just give me some time ,
Just give some years
Mom , take this cash and wipe your tears...
After all this time your son is fearless!
Maintaining my fitness
I'm making then sell it , it's business
I was so alone , so I don't have a witness
Anger issues , incurable ilness
Started doing more , I started to think less
I'm the god of war , but after it's stillness
I'm just training , I'm having a field test
Right on point , don't care bout the thickness
Can't be talking shit , so I think I have to link west
Can't be going slow , nah , not even a bit less
I'm so sick , in fact , I'm the sickest
If they going big , I'm going the biggest
The biggest soon
I was gonna rise even I was born
In the heart of Cameroon
If they keep dragging you down
My brother, you are in the wrong room
You know is gonna be crazy brother
All you gotta hear is boom
All you gotta hear is boom
She told me she is the only one
Bitch , you 'nother monster from Doom
My girls like crack
Right there in my back
Get smashed in the back of my room
I got some nephews just like you
I ate them using a spoon
A f*cking spoon
I'm checking the time
It's 7 O'clock , so I guess it's 7 June
F*cking selenized from the moon
Morning , late night , and afternoon
I pop ur dog just like a balloon
Tom&Jerry , we remakin' cartoons
I'm Sergio Agüero Kun
Or Eduardo Camavinga
Your monthly wage , I get it on my finger
I'm drinking this Moët with Figa
You'll die a hope , hoe , just like Lingard
Furthermore , I will add some Ricard
To pays hoes, I have a free card
Writer: Stefan Gabriel
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