Текст песни
Baby, on me.
I understand this. As a boss.
I""m so clean.
I""m Sipping voss.
The money is in my backpack.
I don""t need an invoice.
The Big boy is me.
I""m a Schmurd. But these babies need a choice.
The King lives is a movement.
I don""t need a plug.
I really go with stacks.
Sipping a wok.
I bring it to the wall.
I""ll bring it for a walk.
Praise God!
Praise the Lord.
I""m so clean.
I have a voice.
I have a charger on my head.
I have a choice.
I""m a chocolate man. I don""t get the bill.
Big backs are looking at me like on a shelf.
The big boy is looking at me. What the hell?
I""m putting everything out of my head.
I""ll blow up my shelf.
Blow up my jackpot.
Then everything is going well.
I create trends
Then I turn to heaven.
We""re not going to jail.
Choose and blow.
Chooses like no one else.
But there is no need to strain. We are in harmony with the body.
A big boy walks. but with no one.
We don""t correspond with whores, we need shells.
I""m so clean. I""m on gas.
What about traction?
I hear in my voice.
