Blade Of Grass - Lady Gaga (الترجمة العربية)

V Don & Daniel Son (CAN) - Rap
Blade Of Grass - Lady Gaga (الترجمة العربية)
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2017.
Lyrics
[Verse 1:Eto] [??] on the wall, we take C -notes don't judge me cause I sin Different vindictive, infamous, suspicious, big biscuits, shit vicious, Explicit, get riches, uh, polo sleeves, coco leaf I curse the day Tony, let Manolo bleed We gon' make it to the Sun Rey one day Let's carve 'em up nice for a lunch tray Niggas braggin' bout face scars, We in the streets got a baseball Time to [celebrate ??], hit the space ball Avoid the monkey business when the apes fall Gotta be humble, judge hitting us with numbers That's the lottery jungle Niggas better grab the ball if the god in me fumbles In all hell get raised if My dollar tree crumbles Time to perish the comfort these niggas gone hear the drunker Respect the man who eats fear the muncher You don't need to see another year with bunkers Guess it's me against 'em for the bucks I listen to guts I carried on tradition for Us Either the line up or sitting on guffs I play it cool break laws and make the rules [Verse 2:Daniel Son] [We hunt for places for food ??] wise man play it fool Tell this kid stay in school but it's hard they only listen when the money talkin' Lose people too often Death come in threes, I built two coffins Throw my body in the ocean for the sharks Never making no commotion for the narcs Ran the second ten 'till I was chosen for the star Retrace steps flashback moments in the dark We post up the shot make your retail stop Heard your man go run down by the female cop And he sang like Dean Martin Got the man's statement good communication, nothing lost Translation, god damn need a positive note polo for the low It's who you know friends and enemies keep both of them close This the opium smoke circle mode for the dopes The wave make coke runners lose control of their folks No but more stuff cause we all got problems Trying to see how fast the 911 Porsche go , Ralph stores Shopping for my court clothes outran the feds in the subway 'cause the doors closed Coals never cracked roast is red and black Get the hunger from day shows was never packed So many prayers who knows where heaven's at I know the devils hustle by souls and sell them back
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- V Don