Raja Kumari
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Raja Kumari - Shook (16 ноября 2018)
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Lyrics:
Pull up
Diamond bindi shining
With the bangles out
Fuck pushing up in Bentley trucks
Only G6 bitch
You know them wheels is up
Praise to my maker
Got that Hindu guap
Only ring from a pharaoh
Betta be King Tut
Gully Gang in the sling
Fucker test your luck
When the last time you seen a Hindustani stunt
Third world
Shit for real
From the east end
Never be shit If you sleep
Bitch resilient
Cuz I break bread with a billion
Respect for the my bloodline
The deceased
Send my Benjis Over to Gandhi
And now we feast
King that
Bring the crown back
With the jewels
Yeah you took that
But it’s the get back
Issa mood
Bitch I chin check
Every syllable for the street
Yah the world blind
But my third eye
See the heat
Chorus
1 2 1 2 Nah killers don’t talk
Make sure you don’t get in our way
1 2 1 2 My pillow don’t talk
Make sure u don’t get in our way
Get in our way, make sure you don’t
Get in our way, make sure you don’t
Crushed flax seeds In the green tea
Life infinity
Breathe so much intensity
Till my nose bleed
i3 when she look at me
2 vs 3 Shiva
Bitch I never sleep I’m a trinity
Smoke rings
Sticky icky ting
That Manali cream
Bomb with the native tongue
Got that California heat
Of course he wanna eat me
Sweet as lychee
But he ain’t never caught a head shot
From a genie
Like Coogi be
On Juicy
On that Biggie beat
Shook when you see a deity
We be army deep
Young Gods run with Kumaris
New monarchy
You can never live a day they see
Thug odyssey
Like Coogi be
On Juicy
On that Biggie beat
Shook when you see a deity
© 2018 Epic Records, a division of Sony Music Entertainment
Pull up
Diamond bindi shining
With the bangles out
Fuck pushing up in Bentley trucks
Only G6 bitch
You know them wheels is up
Praise to my maker
Got that Hindu guap
Only ring from a pharaoh
Betta be King Tut
Gully Gang in the sling
Fucker test your luck
When the last time you seen a Hindustani stunt
Third world
Shit for real
From the east end
Never be shit If you sleep
Bitch resilient
Cuz I break bread with a billion
Respect for the my bloodline
The deceased
Send my Benjis Over to Gandhi
And now we feast
King that
Bring the crown back
With the jewels
Yeah you took that
But it’s the get back
Issa mood
Bitch I chin check
Every syllable for the street
Yah the world blind
But my third eye
See the heat
Chorus
1 2 1 2 Nah killers don’t talk
Make sure you don’t get in our way
1 2 1 2 My pillow don’t talk
Make sure u don’t get in our way
Get in our way, make sure you don’t
Get in our way, make sure you don’t
Crushed flax seeds In the green tea
Life infinity
Breathe so much intensity
Till my nose bleed
i3 when she look at me
2 vs 3 Shiva
Bitch I never sleep I’m a trinity
Smoke rings
Sticky icky ting
That Manali cream
Bomb with the native tongue
Got that California heat
Of course he wanna eat me
Sweet as lychee
But he ain’t never caught a head shot
From a genie
Like Coogi be
On Juicy
On that Biggie beat
Shook when you see a deity
We be army deep
Young Gods run with Kumaris
New monarchy
You can never live a day they see
Thug odyssey
Like Coogi be
On Juicy
On that Biggie beat
Shook when you see a deity
© 2018 Epic Records, a division of Sony Music Entertainment