…Trench, Sylvia Trench
I admire your luck, Mr.?
Bond, James Bond
Yeah
Súper espía man, bro
Robo dinero, soy cabrón
Haciendo billetes, me quiere tu hoe
Muero por mi gente, James Bond
No eres mi hermano no hay, bond
Quieres treparte de mi flow
Haciendo billetes me quiere tu hoe
Muero por mi gente, James Bond
Quiero dinero si debo matar (krra)
Lo voy a hacer, soy loco por cobrar
Me sigue la muerte, la tengo detrás
Tengo dinero pero quiero más
Tu b#tch en el ghetto la voy a sacar
Tu estilo culero no quiero copiar
No me hace falta tengo estilo real, ha
Mucho wanna be, mucho wanna be
Tu shorty en el carro me dice que si
To lo que le pido lo hace por mi
Me siento el canelo los mato en el ring
Puta f#ck your pesos I pay USD
When I’m with your hoe I be sticking my dick
Her p#ss# be turning into USB
That p#ss# so good it turned me Japanese (okane)
Súper espía man, bro
Robo dinero, soy cabrón
Haciendo billetes, me quiere tu hoe
Muero por mi gente, James Bond
No eres mi hermano no hay, bond
Quieres treparte de mi flow
Haciendo billetes me quiere tu hoe
Muero por mi gente, James Bond
Súper espía man, bro
Hey, yo
Haha, hey
Yo, yo, hey
Mr. Bond, I suppose you wouldn’t care to, raise the limit?
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James Bond Lyrics English
… Trench, Sylvia Trench
I admire your luck, mr.?
Bond, James Bond
Yeah
Super spy man, bro
I steal money, I’m a b#stard
Making tickets, you love me your hoe
I’m dying by my people, James Bond
You are not my brother, no, Bond
You want to tighten my flow
Making tickets you love me your hoe
I’m dying by my people, James Bond
I want money if I must kill (KRRA)
I’m going to do it, I’m crazy to charge
I follow my death, I have it behind
I have money but I want more
Your b#tch in the ghetto I’m going to take it
Your culinary style I do not want to copy
I do not need I have real style,
A lot of wanna be, a lot of wanna be
Your Shorty in the car tells me that if
To what I ask her does it for me
I feel the cinnamon killed them in the ring
f#cking f#ck your pesos i pay usd
WHEN I’m With Your Hoe I Be Sticking My Dick
HER p#ss# BE TURNING INTO USB
That p#ss# so good it turned me japanese (okane)
Super spy man, bro
I steal money, I’m a b#stard
Making tickets, you love me your hoe
I’m dying by my people, James Bond
You are not my brother, no, Bond
You want to tighten my flow
Making tickets you love me your hoe
I’m dying by my people, James Bond
Super spy man, bro
Hey me
Haha, hey
Me, me, hey
Mr. Bond, I Suppose You Would not Care To, Raise The Limit?
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