How was my day? This is over my lane People get plane, get trained I get recording this crap that I call him rap Motherfuckin Swaaaag So everyday I'm home in it
I hate people That's why people hate me Few people understand me I live one day So everyday I'm home in it, home in it So start with over the power this strange Reloaded at an Earth and covered shit, ayy Heeey heey hey hey, lover of the rower I think I stayed Swag boy So do not you call rap boy I'm swag, swag, swaaaag I get this shit at all on the mate Love that rate Its too late to say that you will not be grate I recorded this shit and make my album plastinate Fear of my age
Everyday I'm home in it, home in it, home in iiit
How was my day? This is over my lane People get plane, get trained I get recording this crap that I call him rap Motherfuckin Swaaaag So everyday I'm home in it
My ex bitch don't loved me Fuck it I hear her voice all day long You became the world till I see you tits now No, I don't like the way you move it, move it Cause you're man and girls don't like my music She's only used by guys, used by guys Please, bro, don't make yourself wet, успокойся Sometimes I think to my album more respect I must make her some swag This shit is real, fuckin chills, bitch I'ma motherfuckin rich bitch yeah shit! Swag shit packed shit, bitch Roll sweats make trips Fuck ya if you don't like this shit More a lot of people from Russia don't understand this shit But they just like my music, so....
Everyday I'm home in it, home in it, home in iiit
How was my day? This is over my lane People get plane, get trained I get recording this crap that I call him rap Motherfuckin Swaaaag So everyday I'm home in it