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I've been thinking bout its crazy how time flies Flies Flies Flies Flies Flies Pulled up on a horse from the steppe where my tribe died 2 years later 8th rap on beats And he get gwop Old neighbours say he got it All my brothers say he's goat Say that, 8th gettin' money Cause he live the life he wants Old neighbours say he got it All my brothers say he's goat Say that, 8th gettin' money Cause he live the life he wants Ex gossiping with friends bout the man Bruh hit the cell and said when ya come back? Pray for my kin, hope y'all on ten Fuck all 12, get your hands off me Lot of my mates, was robbin' for fun Some of my mates was thuggin' with gun Lot of my mates, was robbin' for fun Some of my mates got killed by the gun Pulled up on a horse from the steppe where my tribe died 2 years later 8th rap on beats And he get gwop I've been thinking bout its crazy how time flies Get gwop I've been thinking bout its crazy how time flies Get gwop Ask about me, all my kin all around me When i was young, saw crime all around me Then i found rap and drown in Shit I'm about it, 'bout it, 'bout it I was nine when the reaper first came Way 'fore the 8th first came in the game Dead body on the yard, criminal code 105 No evidence, no eyes First thing I learned never fuck with opps Second, and the third, never fuck with drugs Everybody wanted to be like thug Ain't nobody wanted serve time like that 47th block, all i wanted is boo koo bucks Oldies looted money from dummies and cooking drugs Some went to war, some doin' time in the pen Oh shit, here we go again My bruh used to tell me keep my ass out of the mob But forbidden fruit is the sweetest when it's all about the gwop Back in the day I've only heard fuck the cops and life to thugs Back in time I've only heard fuck the cops and life to thugs I been thinking bout its crazy how time flies Get gwop I been thinking bout its crazy how time flies Get gwop
Writer(s): бубеев тимур сергеевич, катунцев павел андреевич Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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