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J'ai essayé de nombreuses façons de mémoriser des mots anglais et j'ai trouvé la plus efficace pour moi !

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STFU!


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Oh, fuck

I-I-In the whip, huh, yeah, we dressed up (Dressed up)
I got all the weaponry, brought it like Tvashtr (Killamanjaro)
Wanna fuck on Ronny, meet me at the treasure, Ella (Ella)
Racks on my ammonia, bitch, was stuck in my dresser (Ayy), huh, yeah
Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi, Fendi, Prada (All that Prada)
Spilled my drink on my designer, now this shit just got me fucked up (Yeah, fucked up)
Plotting, they so envious, on fans and they not proud o' me
If they ain't at my shows I tell 'em all to shut the fuck up (Shut the fuck up)

Walk in this spot, bitch, I'm looking like cash
Hop in a Tesla, going way too fast, foreign
I tell that bitch ninja, "Flex for me" (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I went and got my racks up, yeah
Tell that pussy-boy to catch up, yeah
He gon' breakup, better catch her
Fuck it-fuck it, had to go and flex up, yeah
Fuck it, boy, I had to go get it, like
Anyway, I wasn't kidding, I went and got it, yeah
Fuck it, they was talking down but now that I'm up
Ain't no way they can stop it, yeah
They ain't fuck wit' the vision
But everyday I be waking up to profits
Y'all ninjas ain't got five cents

Ninjas be talking that nonsense
She blowing my phone but I ain't responding
Bitch started to moan, I'm on different timing
I went and told these thots that we shining
Fuck, "bend her back" what's got me coughing
You wanna talk but you lost it
Bitch, I'ma shine 'til I'm in a coffin

Tell 'em, "Shut the fuck up"
Tell 'em, "Shut the fuck up"
Tell 'em, "Shut the fuck up," yeah
Tell 'em, "Shut the fuck up"
Tell 'em, "Shut the fuck up"
Tell 'em, "Shut the fuck up"

I-I-In the whip, huh, yeah, we dressed up
I got all the weaponry, brought it like Tvashtr
Wanna fuck on Ronny, meet me at the treasure, Ella
Racks on my ammonia, bitch, was stuck in my dresser, huh, yeah
Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi, Fendi, Prada
Spilled my drink on my designer, now this shit just got me fucked up
Plotting, they so envious, on fans and they not proud o' me
If they ain't at my shows I tell 'em all to shut the fuck up
I-I-In the whip, huh, yeah, we dressed up (Dressed up)
I got all the weaponry, brought it like Tvashtr (Killamanjaro)
Wanna fuck on Ronny, meet me at the treasure, Ella (Ella)
Racks on my ammonia, bitch, was stuck in my dresser (Ayy), huh, yeah
Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi, Fendi, Prada (All that Prada)
Spilled my drink on my designer, now this shit just got me fucked up (Yeah, fucked up)
Plotting, they so envious, on fans and they not proud o' me
If they ain't at my shows I tell 'em all to shut the fuck up (Shut the fuck up) (Fuck up)

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