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Helios
2Pac, Stan Bazaroff (Boss Pro)
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- Размер: 6.87 MB
- Длительность: 03:00
- Качество: 320 kbps
- Дата релиза: 19 сентябрь 2026
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So be
American to market me, market
Broken on the water, smoke it with every token
Step to get your focus
All on the stiff, I love the service
Women, I lie, but when you die, I know you're nervous
They got your eye, but when you feel it, it's a blessing
They're going under, and when the listens when
I surprise in the fair, I'm about to close your vision and
I be drunk with the speeds and show me she would feed it
Everybody's dying in my
Nixon, can
I trust this
When there be
G's and the lickers give me f*cking pluses
I'm willing, feel me, wanna flip it, you cut the hair while
I'm the bear, lick the dirt on my sack and chip
This day ain't heaven for a baller
Give me some visits, I'll just miss my line busy
Every time
I call, I can dance and sell it, meet a visit
Who are the show
I take the hop before
I bone, show me all alone
Junk, yeah
I left the f*ck up, but
I die in the pity
I'm with the best nigga out of my face
I'm crying in my face and
I ain't on my face
Oh, I'll see you next time
Bye-bye
Bye-bye
Bye-bye
Bye-bye bye
American to market me, market
Broken on the water, smoke it with every token
Step to get your focus
All on the stiff, I love the service
Women, I lie, but when you die, I know you're nervous
They got your eye, but when you feel it, it's a blessing
They're going under, and when the listens when
I surprise in the fair, I'm about to close your vision and
I be drunk with the speeds and show me she would feed it
Everybody's dying in my
Nixon, can
I trust this
When there be
G's and the lickers give me f*cking pluses
I'm willing, feel me, wanna flip it, you cut the hair while
I'm the bear, lick the dirt on my sack and chip
This day ain't heaven for a baller
Give me some visits, I'll just miss my line busy
Every time
I call, I can dance and sell it, meet a visit
Who are the show
I take the hop before
I bone, show me all alone
Junk, yeah
I left the f*ck up, but
I die in the pity
I'm with the best nigga out of my face
I'm crying in my face and
I ain't on my face
Oh, I'll see you next time
Bye-bye
Bye-bye
Bye-bye
Bye-bye bye