the ringtone This ain't for ITUNES This ain't for sing-a-longs This is sinatra at the opera Bring a blond Preferably with a fat ass Who can sing-a-song
without a pen No I.D. on the track, let the story begin, begin, begin Hold up, this ain't a number one record This is practically assault with a deadly
Traduction: Jay-z. DOA (Death Of Auto-tune).
ringtone, This ain't for iTunes, this ain't for sing alongs This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song
I Don't Allow Such Pull A Air Max Out Cha Reptile Clutch, But Who Knew That The Sky Get Cloudy I Bouqht A Ford Range Didn't Think She'd Be Outty Huh
hoch, Glas hoch, A, B! C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, Z! Ich flow' sogar das Alphabet perfekt! Fast jeder hatt'
, I split up jaws When I spit out rounds, and I really don't give a damn When a nigga pull the trick up outta my sleeve I'm making a deuce to the pistol
But if you a soldier, who gone fuck around with you if you mobbing with Jehovah Either making weight your coupe could be a range rover [Chorus - 2x] [Z
gotta show you the real way, of greeting niggaz with heat I pull a black Mac up out the pack, walking from that Cadillac Sipping on a low O-E, fired up like a
it's over, brand as my strap Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I'm a mad man Whenever sober, on a one man mission My ambition to hold up the rap
meets motor city pave your nervous system still twitch off Jay Z hoes and animals skirts get murked don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt don't ever let a
me back in Amy should have rehab'd him,'stead she doubled his ration Can you blame me for being a slave to my passion My heron flows more deeper than marilyns nose I'ma o.d