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Awsome remix

This is actually a song from off joey badass's 1999 album it's called Waves

Zindagi euta yatra ho ghumauro cha bato kaile huncha sajilo ta kaile huncha garo

Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa I'm too sexy for this syrup Too sexy for your girl Too sexy for this world Too sexy for this ice Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah I'm too sexy for this chain Too sexy for your gang Too sexy for this fame, yeah, yeah I'm too sexy for the trap Too sexy for that cap Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah Okay, alright, that's fine, okay (okay) I'm feelin' too sexy to accept requests (way too sexy) And I'm way too sexy to go unprotected (way too sexy) And she popped a Tesla, now she goin' electric Okay, alright, that's fine, okay Think we got too sexy for that metro housin' (way too sexy) Diamond popped out, almost swallowed sixty thousand (sixty piece) Section need more tings in here, I like it crowded, ayy (whoa, whoa) Yeah, I like it crowded Oh, you like the boy? Well, tell me what you like about him You a turnt up little thotty, ain't no wife about it I'ma fuck her friends and send her back to metro housin'

I'm with Adin Ross, I don't play the boss She want titties, I'ma pay the cost Buy her new clothes, take 'em off And my dick hard, tell 'em make it soft I'm a real nigga, I don't fake it all Used to have dreams, fucker playin' ball We back to the topic, how I fuckin' got it I'm not ever tryna lose my train of thought I'm a real nigga but my father realer Hit fifty M's, and I'ma cop a villa And I was just talkin' with Quincy Jones "Like what's goin' on?" Y'all droppin' Thriller I'm a stack of cheese, nigga, mozzarella Hi-Level is the new Roc-A-Fella Two years I'm headlinin' Coachella How I [?] helicopter a propeller I was raised by the local dope dealer Need mo' skriller, I'm a cold killer in this shit (Woo) Smoke good cannabis, keep a banana clip I'm like a gorilla in this shit [?] Egypt, around the pyramids While the four wheelers in they shit Y'all on that hate shit, on that fake shit Like who mo' realer in this shit? Ayy, woah, ayy, was just in Australia with Gunna Little bitch, we can have sex if you wanna She poppin' X, I'm just on marijuana Ayy, woah, ayy, woah, okay I came, I saw, I conquered Dealin' with a lot of shit like a plunger Stay with some balls, nigga, Willy Wonka Ayy, got that advanced, I'ma fuck up a cheque Your favourite actress was suckin' my neck Fifty-two, o-five, [?] protect Stackin' my bread, I got tons to invest Gotta thank God 'cause a nigga is blessed Every year I look more richer and sexy Stackin' my millies, the riches is heavy My album is comin', you niggas ain't ready Like, woah, okay Coupe cost a cool quarter mill' My Lamborghini color orange teal New crib paid by the tourin' deals Took your favorite singer on a fuckin' date I'll still show up late like Lauryn Hill Then I hit it good in my penthouse Told her "Get out" like Jordan Peele (Oh my god) My pants saggin', my chain hangin' [?] my main thang But my next album'll sell a million copies 'Cause this lifestyle I gotta maintain I got a million problems, plus a million dollars I just had to spend it, get my niggas outta Fuckin' prison, I ain't even trippin' 'bout it 'Cause if I got it, then my niggas got it Like, all my dogs like Harold and Kumar Bro girl opps convert out the Jumamah New foreign bitch she from Cuba These ain't alligators, these Pumas And I give a fuck about a bitch And what she got to say, I can't address a rumor Everything we do is high level Go and buy bezels from the best jeweler Plus my diamonds straight up outta Africa They girls say she diggin' my vernacular I be flippin' them shit like a spatula She know I don't do nothing that's regular Hold on, got a phone call on my cellular I'm a pretty big deal, girl I'm tellin' ya I done wrote more hits for Eric Bellinger Keep the Tommy on me like Angelica Ay, way too fuckin' sexy for this shirt I'm way too fuckin' sexy for this shirt, (Bro) yeah, yeah I'm way too muhfuckin' sexy yeah I'm way too muhfuckin' sexy yeah You fuck with that junk?

Love the tunes!

Intro: Somebody should have told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this (x2) Verse 1: Look, life is a blessing You either fail in the most horrible way or make use of it in every second But me, I’m just a young teen with big dreams In a house all white, grinding is a routine Every afternoon, I take my bike out Just to reminisce things and think a way that I can fight out The pain of insecurity, struggle and fear I’m still in school, got through all the grades and still got one year My momma told me that this one year is difficult It decides your fate, will it be miserable? Will it be average or will it be great? Will I graduate without the doubt of getting a low grade At my home, I sit on my table and write notes We ain’t got no time, this year ain’t no joke Studying is fun but it is depressing This is the problem of being an adolescent, so check it Chorus: Somebody should have told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this (x3) Verse 2: My momma come into the room, think I’m workin but wrong Instead I’m making all these mixtapes and writing some songs I promise I’ll do my work but imma go outside Enjoy the nature, the grass, just chill and vibe Man, the air so exquisite, the sunset bright Orange sky so gloomy, I think I’m losing my sight The streets so cold, making me nostalgic already I’m going way into the future, these imaginary memories Is crazy man, I’m think I’m gettin a tan I better go back home and sit under a fan And when I go into my room, I stare on my phone Just to check if one of my homies sent me history notes Because, like I said, I gotta graduate And if I don’t, my momma kick me out and I ain’t got no plate I ain’t go no cash, will I ever be safe I can’t go back in time, just gotta pray for my fate Chorus: Somebody should have told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this (x3) Verse 3: I feel like my life is a whole story Where I got so many ups and downs but all I want is the glory The side characters be my friends from different places Friends from afar and friends of different multi races Many tragedies happen and some I do come across I may forget some of them, call that a memory loss Maybe I should make a narrative bout my self esteem And I will call that My American Dream Damn Chorus: Somebody should have told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this (x3) Outro: (Phone ringing) Jay, it’s 6pm where are you? You do realise you got school tomorrow 12th grade gon be tough as hell If you don’t work hard this year then you ain’t gon get to university (Hangs up phone)

This not the sharingan that was the staringan

I can't bare to see my face as my reflection in the mirror Staring back acid trippin as my vision clearer by the minute I bin gettin premonitions

Iont kno I couldnt really ride my flow ,. Honorable ,. Time accord,. Silly reasons that I'm priming for ,. This lastest audible ,. Profit slow like the rest of the progress report ,. Hey it's there ,. I'm right now ,. Is it fair ,. I'm dominant ,. Profound ,. What's goes around ,. Could prolly hold me down ,. Nosey cow ,.

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bro thinks he is Adam Warlock 💀

Bro thinks he's Adam Warlock

Han detto Kiki puoiessere il vero te stesso Io la notte non ci dormo per due rime balzo il letto Ma penso a vivere e non vedo la gente che mi segue perché neanche io mi seguo è vero Quanti kilometri fatti per una idea di te che esiste solo nella mente e no non c’è al di fuori un senso regolare litigo con la psico ma ora sono regolare Io non l’ho mai capito cosa vuol dire essere normale in un sistema solare solamente penso che non ci si può aggrappare la verità la scegli te e a me l’ha data il rap La scegli te e a me l’ha data il rap, Non litigo con gli altri perché ognuno va da se Vogliono fare i duri, ma si scaldano i culi c’ho un amico stella alla direzione pensa lui Falsi profeti, escono dalle pareti Fan tutti matematica e di noi non sanno niente Penso troppo a svoltare, mi hai fatto lacrimare, una sbatti è positivo ti impari ad alzare Up se vuoi continuare, vogliono tutti il restart restare è molto easy ma fa male È tutto questo, cavalco il tempo, il temporale mi ricorda di viaggiare ma un mese intero che non ti penso, non ti preoccupare non mi preimpostare non mi prende male frate facci caso lei è cambiata perché niente resta uguale

Lmaoooooo

Ice

In love with this beat! 😍

Wtf

He's literally Adam Warlock

ATCQ & JDILLA

Did he just flip kurama off

I like it!

drake, future, and thug should use this beat

R=ter drew e r p

I got bars boys Parts like car toys Mark this as hard noise Cause I'm gangsta as fuck And a star boy You cant see me you must in the hard void I'm dancing with the stars And they not annoyed No selfies no blogging boy I'm got a plot to destroy this mainstream shit I mean how many songs does it take for us to drift apart from this shit I'm the shark with a dogs bark but I'm not barking bitch I'm just calling it quits

Played this at first highschool party and had the place hoppin

TACTICAL NUKE INCOMING!!!!!!!!!!

Anyone realize this is yt channel @Highlight Reel intro at 0.75 speed

What game or animation is it? Pleas tell

Omg🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯 Dell Curry is such a good shooter

Or 2x speed

Slow it to0.75👌🏾

I used to look up too you tell the day came now I’m ashamed that the lyrics you’re saying aren’t even worth the money in the world look at it in a universal scale will it be the end of time or be the time that will see the future children in a class reading a book it’s hard too say false prophet but you’re coming out as a genuine person just too change to a relationship of anger in you’re angels body don’t you see we are renting a home some even call it a temple. Is it the end of the prophets that started the game with logical news or the end of a Genius that had it made in a story of his life if I were to speak to you will it even matter I’m just confused about what happened too the logic we had to one another went from hope to money too I don’t even know I can’t even look at the music the same if I were to say I let someone down it’s going to be me as I speak to my future self imma say stay loyal to my story telling and see music that will change lives no matter what I say it’s never blue skys but dark clouds

yeah, life is a balance, more than a challenge you lose your concentration for a second, you gon' fall for the dramas all the pains of life like it, and all the one's uninvited, never risk your life for a second y'know it's bad, when the attention ya have, fuck's your career and suck on your life like it's a falace, don't judge a book by it's cover, you might get your answers inner peace's a remedy to solace, false prophets to all the homies, who gon' listen, i assure you would get the record, there ain't no doubt' bout' it, you will be getting the love, the success you deserve, and all the things you listed goated future may come, that's how the gist is, you guy's ain't busted, homie on the record, showing his best, knowing he the illest, one of a kind, nobody bested i am one of you, one of us, no one's dying to mock us, false prophets

Song?

Instrumentals are the literal Soul of music. Giving me life

I need the drum

W

Nice edit

🔥🔥🔥

Oh my this is better than I thought 🤯🙌🏻 Respect

Who else came from rb world 2

Replay in .x75 speed. Your welcome 😉

Invas

My life's BGM

Somebody shoulda told me it would D like, this D like this, D like this Somebody shoulda told me it would D like this Sumtimes a ask myself who is callum D Take a minute then i remember it is Me When did a get here wis it when a took a B Too much smoke I couldn't really see Wit is ma true meaning Surely it wasn't B cleaning

This made me chuckle

W

I'm too sexy for my shirt Too sexy for my shirt So sexy, it hurts I'm too sexy for Milan Too sexy for Milan New York or Japan Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa I'm too sexy for this syrup Too sexy for your girl Too sexy for this world Too sexy for this ice Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah I'm too sexy for this chain Too sexy for your gang Too sexy for this fame, yeah, yeah I'm too sexy for the trap Too sexy for that cap Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah Okay, alright, that's fine, okay (okay) I'm feelin' too sexy to accept requests (way too sexy) And I'm way too sexy to go unprotected (way too sexy) And she popped a Tesla, now she goin' electric Okay, alright, that's fine, okay Think we got too sexy for that metro housin' (way too sexy) Diamond popped out, almost swallowed sixty thousand (sixty piece) Section need more tings in here, I like it crowded, ayy (whoa, whoa) Yeah, I like it crowded Oh, you like the boy? Well, tell me what you like about him You a turnt up little thotty, ain't no wife about it I'ma fuck her friends and send her back to metro housin' Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa I'm too sexy for this syrup Too sexy for your girl Too sexy for this world Too sexy for this ice Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah I'm too sexy for this chain Too sexy for your gang Too sexy for this fame, yeah, yeah I'm too sexy for the trap Too sexy for that cap Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah (yeah) I pop out, get ghost on a bitch, she don't know where I went (where I go?) Pray for all my dogs, all my niggas behind the fence (prayer) Drippin' in it, I be spillin' in it, new designer gear bicoastal Pay attention to the detail, goin' two-tone on a choker Young niggas always ready to murk somethin', call them some smokers Young nigga havin' motion, he gon' make sure the car get Did a 360 windmill when I left the scene That's that action, her best work on her knees (whoa) Too sexy for this cash Too sexy for this syrup Too sexy for these pills, I'm too sexy for this I get cash wherever I fly, got bitches sexin' on me (whoa) Money, cars, and all this jewelry make a bitch look sexy (whoa, whoa) I get cash wherever I fly, got bitches sexin' on me Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa I'm too sexy for this syrup Too sexy for your girl Too sexy for this world Too sexy for this ice Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah I'm too sexy for this chain Too sexy for your gang Too sexy for this fame, yeah, yeah I'm too sexy for the trap Too sexy for that cap Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah Too sexy to count (ah), fetty (ooh) My neck baguetty (hoo) Red diamonds, spaghetti (ooh) This paper, I shred it (yeah) I swindled, no sweatin' I saw you (bitch), beggin' (ho) Goddamn, you petty (ha) I ain't done spendin' (yeah) No penny pinch, I spend it (spend) Bags in and out (let's get bags) My man ain't gon' steal it (on God) Hundred bags for her (hundred bags) Make these young hoes wish they was rich (woo) All-green gators, they look like a switch (yeah) Giorgio, I spent twenty-six licks ('Mari) I'm too sexy (yeah) My neck (yeah), baguetties (yeah) Molest me (whoa), caress me (whoa) I'll let you (ah), todayski (ski) I been kickin' shit (whoa, whoa), might need a prosthetic (yeah) I pray to the chopper under my pillow, tooth fairy (

1:13 Yeah, we're rough. GRRR! And tough. GRRR! And bad.