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Clipse - M.T.B.T.T.F. (en) Lyrics
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şinanay da şinanay hoppa şinanay
Fireworks'll send a message,
iridescent
Slow him down like Robitussin,
if you rush in
At your door when we address
him, we gon' bless him
Tried to bring him, shoulda left
him, learned my lesson
şinanay da yavrum şina şinanay
Ice dressing on my chest
and leave impression
What's a Testarossa if
you don't test 'em?şinanay da şinanay hoppa şinanay
Ain't your bitch unless you
joystick undress 'em
Peasants, he's prеssure
We at ZZ's, me and Lee Lee
Get you fronted for the summer so easy
The snow alone, fill up a mobile home
My nigga's name ring like mobile
phones and no one's home
White back to back Rolls at my gates
White slavemaster souls in my safe
White python Manolo is the taste
She want a Mike Tyson blow to the face
Twist and turn, these
guns blitz and burn
Too many flip and turn, had
to get rich to learn Uh
Got a team full of J.
Bo's on they toes
Believe me
Estirir de ada yeli estirir
She want Mike Tyson blow to the face
Slalom ice, she wants snow on a plate
Half price when the blow's
in the crates means
More ice for the Mo's and the Ace
Made a million off a flow to the nase
Niggas saying that it
won't just a phase
911 Turbo with the glaze
Top dollars poking holes in the case
All you keyboard killers
in your feelings
Mad you ain't trending
Mad, got you trickin' on your women
Mad I don't hit 'em, I just spin 'em
Müslümani, Yahudisi, Urumu
In a Bugatti in my denim
This is the result of my vision
Isporcusu, ihtiyari, veremi
But God only knows my intention
Kiminin saçi uçar kiminin etegi
The hammer's in position
şinanay da yavrum şina şinanay
I can show niggas the difference
You niggas is screenwriters,
şinanay da şinanay hoppa şinanay
Took change and touched
chains like King Midas
Imitation is flattery,
they seem like us
My old plug asked the new
plug to reunite us
D class in my ears now let
me see you bite it
Please support me on
PATREON Thank you!