Fike и Jambazi (style protectaz) - Final (18) | Текст песни

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• Fike и Jambazi (style protectaz)
• Final (18)

Can you feel just what I'm dealing,
When you're running I dont go,
What you know about my niggaz? It's everything I'm asking for
When I'm trying to survive in this world full of drugs,
Tell me what you've got on pocket? You don't got it anymore,
I'm running on the niggaz and I punish all the bitches,
You don't got no any snitches, now your hommys on the leashes
I'm live the life of thug,
And my clips are full of slugs
Never dill a drug
I'm a real motherfucking rough
Madman BadMan
Crazy ragga-gangsta man,
Redeemer and breaker I'm the real Saint-P. son
Fightall the bootyman Cant never understand,
How we bust the rhymes Jambazi, Fke and Meloman,
Burn the floor haters, on elevators,
Pussy motherfucker's sons can never fade us,
Phone always crazed us
Enemys want blame us,
Tossing and punching but can't never break us,
Come to the party, come to the party right
It's the real dadasight real dadasight tight
I dont wanna make your dollar make your dollar on the line,
Real ragga gangasta man just feeling so fine,
Cause my flow is so jazzy, Fike's so fast,
Melowbox masta making all this tracks, when get rest
4 million shortys we are making you naughty,
Melowbox Masta fike and jambazi.