Google Maps | Santali Song

Yeah, yeah, woah Yeah, yeah, woah Google Maps (Maps) Ner'deyim ben? (Grr) Zirveye çık (Çık, çık) Aşağı inmem (Yeah) Google Maps, yeah (Maps) Ner'deyim ben? Yeah (Grr) Zirveye çık (Phew) Aşağı inmem Aklımı kaçırdım Kafamın içinde kayboldum sanırım Ve bunun için bir harita lazım Yanıma bir kız yada bi' saksı Seçemem artık, nedir ki farkı? Hiç yoktan saksı harcamaz paramı Demem de "Gerekmez, üstü kalsın." Kibar olamadım, üzgünüm tatlım (Yeah) Yaparım kafama ne eserse Flow'da MaroWhite, Vio Sensei Bi' yanım Peep ve bi' yanım X Russian roulette Edemem pes Çözemem test Edemem stres Kalite kontrol, ütü paket Kimsede yok giydiğim kıyafet Mustang Jean, jacket vintage Altına kot pantolon ve kundura Dostum, hiç çekemiyorum curcuna Twitter'da birbirini yerken onlar Ben taşıdım merdivenime tuğla Ektiğini sula, bu değil bi' kumar Hi-hiç kafa açma, yürü mezara Yo-Yolu bulmazsan Google'da ara İlerden ilk sol, on beş dakika Yolumu bulmam lazım, kayboldum Yorulurum ama uyumam uyku N'olur zamanı durdur Kafanı duvarlara vur Bırak paramparça olsun Zaten kullanmıyo'sun (Phew, Ta-ta-ta) Ner'deyim ben? (Dah) Zirveye çık (Çık, çık) Aşağı inmem (Yeah) Google Maps, yeah (Maps) Ner'deyim ben? Yeah (Grr) Zirveye çık (Phew) Aşağı inmem, inme-me-mem Google Maps VCD for Turkey! It's the Turkish one

Oh, yreah, uh Whole thing (big Don, big Don, big Don-) OG Parker Roll the gas, bro what's up wit' it (flat track) Shorty super bad and that ass got some junk in it (daddy) And they keep on throwin' shots What you still ain't drunk nigga? (huh) Shout out to my mama though She ain't raised no punk nigga (na) I was doin' bad and I got through wit' that (I'm done with it) If you see her wit' me she got rackies in her Louis bag (she come wit' it) Put her in that foreign she get wetter when I do the dash (hey) In my trap you need a tutor cause I do the math (grrr) Blicky wit' me I might do a drill in the pear hills (grr) Thick as fuck look at all this ass I ain't miss a meal Yellow whip, cream inside lookin' like a banana peel (wooo) Big Don, big money, big dawg, I'ma big deal I been settin' trends I see these bitches takin' notes though (ah-ha) M's in the bank, double C's all on my torso (woo) I run through a check and I ain't trippin' on no broke hoe 30k around my neck, 30 inches on my frontal Front row at Kim Shui, diamonds doin' jiu jitsu Magazine in the Chanel incase a hoe got a issue (grr) Steppin' in my lavise blew bag at the comments Hatin' hoes on my dick I don't read they comments, yeah (comments, yeah) Roll the gas, bro what's up wit' it (that's right) Shorty super bad and that ass got some junk in it (daddy) And they keep on throwin' shots What you still ain't drunk nigga? (you still ain't drunk) Shout out to my mama though She ain't raised no punk nigga (she ain't raised no punk nigga, na) I was doin' bad and I got through wit' that (I'm done wit' it) If you see her wit' me she got rackies in her Louis bag (she come wit' it) Put her in that foreign she get wetter when I do the dash (hey) In my trap you need a tutor cause I do the math (tra- track) Don't come around me actin' stupid Bro we shoot 'em fast (brr) Money long you could see that shit on Google Maps Aye you could see it from a satellite (from a satellite) Bad bitch weigh no weights but she eat it up got appetite (hey, eat it up) I might pop out to the club wit' her (to the club) Hit it while she playin wit' her toy she fell in love wit' it (she fell in love) And that brand new foreign is a toy I'm havin' fun wit' it (skrr, skrr) All these niggas say they run the city, we the ones in it (yo money gang) Aye and we been the ones (and we've been that) I don't even know where the hate be comin' from So I went and bought bigger guns (bigger carts) Plain jane got racks like Rimber Don Bad bitch with the dimples on (yeah) Move strange and the fam gone miss you hug Get popped like pimples on you (get popped like) Roll the gas, bro what's up wit' it (that's right) Shorty super bad and that ass got some junk in it (daddy) And they keep on throwin' shots What you still ain't drunk nigga? (you still ain't drunk) Shout out to my mama though She ain't raised no punk nigga (she ain't raised no punk nigga, na) I was doin' bad and I got through wit' that (I'm done wit' it) If you see her wit' me she got rackies in her Louis bag (she come wit' it) Put her in that foreign she get wetter when I do the dash (hey) In my trap you need a tutor cause I do the math (tra- track) (OG Parker)