LilTwin - Suburban Home | Текст песни

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Turn up to get over
But always try to pick other
Keep older but nothing I can hold on
Sport on, stop got a lover
You are father for your life, and fuck that she's stinks on it
Im bout in it shit, continue to spend this summer bad times over
That's life coming up to over
The cash going down, splash come out
Flash on the table I drink it
Towel sittin' Im rapper, but anybody said that I rocker kick this fluid
When I came out from the bottom anybody stricked this sweet on
I spitted this shit better than you
Take my new album and listen to new
Cause right now I make it hard
Without my nigga bow, Flame in New-York
I got it all special in teapot
I make a tea hot and shit out
Shit from bitch knows that this kissed the freeze
Anarchy on repeat and I kick this ripped when I squeeze

Suburban home (x)

Drop bomb on them, grow some balls and fall on them
Stick up with them Im burn on them
Sweezy kiss my pload to get
My flow for that, I murder him rap
He's still mixin crap, I gave him new beat
But I takin it from like a said Wave's bitches about that, Im fit
Trigger trigger, fick mich, fick mich
Last colission to get featuring with me
You lickin' stinky bitches feet on the floor
Christmas gift for you is see the film with her
But really see the film with her
No luck, and on that time you aint got a fuck
Cause you thinkin only about dicks suck
This block feels rock diss your bitch now
The whole make own that I thinkin'
But all pictures about Rock get down
I did it, I hate you, people don't give a fuck about you
Never catch you, I don't readed it on rules in the
Bitch you, fuck you, I winner

Suburban home (x) fuck you, bitch, fuck you too
Suburban home (x) where'd you go when the Beef was start

So rest this motherfucker, I ain't lucky
Cause it's the walkin street pac in bitch, what the fuck ah?
Loving script bout her, that's nothing, I love her
I make it the diss on you to you know about the rules
I said it again I'm winner, I'm winner
I takes it all I get it, I thinkin'
I'm better than you idols
No matter to got ones, I'm buggin'
Fuck it, I love it, I love the way you angry
On me, oh, fan please, get him
That Twinkie better than all him
My flow in sparks older than Rock's
I wax that beat from 50 Cent
Though been in sent, so kiss my ass
I know I can, you fall down after that beef
But now I rollin' this chest on fuckin' gangst
You are against me, fuck you, don't done gangsta
You tried test me, but yourself you get a casket
The fuckin' the Bad lyin' in the bed and thinkin about the rap
The fuckin' rap from Lil, he's fake? No, he's just a real
And fuck that I take it beat from, that's ain't crap

Suburban home (x) fuck you, bitch, fuck you too
Suburban home (x) where'd you go when the Beef was start

Ха, специально для Биф Рэп, 20 14, A-Rock versus LilTwin
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