tonight? MHHHH she's got it and she's got it and she's got... got... MHHHH I forgot, I smoked some stuff that makes you talk to God I never go on vacation, I have bad experiences And then the guy ends up falling in love with all of them I would have liked to go around, I say everywhere, but then I would have gone back to being at sea, anyway, so My life, bitch Then, I had the money to go, Tony Montana He told me even mistakes, he calls me But I'm still waiting for it, but my head is still up Despite everything, you want me dead I don't move from here to there, it goes click-clack-boom But it's a bomb, they don't know it, but I send them to a grave, brother You've been talking about me for a year and then you keep doing it But it's not too small And every asshole is a parrot, it's like in the attic They fuck you for the whole year, little one They made me cakes without the birthday Envy burns your fantasy to pieces I still feel nostalgia, they fuck you with madness They fuck you inside a room, around a desk They fuck you without substance, they want my house These dogs don't know how to do it She spits with fury, she has an ass that is a mudguard I've already written it on me Someone told me enough, since you're not there anymore I spitted with the others, pretending it was you I have anxieties like tattoo, the mind like Detroit I have breaks in my club, the opposite of being with yours You think it's all easy and then you leave Every now and then a tear comes out and then you leave, oh no My life, bitch I saw the money go, Tony Montana They told me mistakes, call me back But I turned it off, but my head is still up Despite you, you want me dead I don't move from down here and it goes click, clack, boom It's a bomb, they don't know it, but I send them to a grave My life, bitch I saw the money go, Tony Montana They told me mistakes, call me back But I turned it off, but my head is still up Despite you, you want me dead I don't move from down here and it goes click, clack, boom It's a bomb, they don't know it, but I send them to a grave Hey, Tony Montana Don't talk to me about drugs and drugs Talk to me about what you live What you live every day Not only in the weekend, no So I don't know what the fuck you should say Talk about your job, your mom, your dog Real life, real rap, 2014 V2 COD, V2 Smoker Rakai Gang, W-Squad Alone against everyone like Tony Montana *