Mít talent co měl Paganini Snad bys ty sám mi trylky hrál. Mít talent,co měl Paganini S houslemi sám bys v dešti stál. Já bych stál tam v centru autostrád A hrál ti dál své věčné Mám tě rád, mám tě rád. Mít talent, co měl Paganini Šel bych pod tvůj balkon hrát

Yeah yeah Yeah What you wanna do, act loco? Hit 'em with the old to the flow that I grew up on, then I grew up on I'm funny now how I flow for Hova Heh, words twisted, but you know I'm sober Never really been the type to pour up When I get this thing going I don't like to slow up Mouth moving like a motor when I bite the flow up But I bet they won't stop let me go let me go Woo! I'mma show off every ability God's giving me to go off And ain't nobody mad about The beauty of the Vatican and the tabernacle So, when I'm rapping you can add it in Breaking 'em with the shatter They're gonna wanna put me in a place with padding I'mma damage 'em every time Like a player that's on the cover of Madden God be the original, we brag look at Him God giving I feel like I'm Paganini Huuh Paganini Ahh I feel like I'm Paganini Huuh Paganini Lemme do it K to the second letter Finna get it popping coming out the pocket like oooo! Everybody get to rocking doing the Paganini Gimme the beat, my tongue is like a violin Give it to them like I'm not a human when I'm doing what I'm doing Keeping it coming like an automatic shooting When we get to ripping it ridiculous and everybody gets to speaking About these riveting brothers that's going in again But they don't know Even when they got that flow (when they got that flow) I don't know why they boast, everybody's gifts borrowed Look, producers, directors, skilled architects Just do what they do to whom they're connected True was the God that chooses to bless them Who is the one you think they reflecting God giving I feel like I'm Paganini Huuh Paganini Ahh I feel like I'm Paganini Huuh Paganini Canon, Yo, hey Andy, okay So down for my clique, shut up, y'all corny, oh shoot, shut up I've been itching to stick 'em up with this killer Canon coming to cut 'em and hit 'em harder Ooh kill 'em Hold up, I've been hitting everything up in me like I'm Paganini Hitting every rhythm like a milli chopped ya I know you heard Twista And Tech-a-Nina hitting ya but Canon's original I'mma Midwest Monster, Kill em! Blaaaat! blaaaat! Mineo and Kevin got adrenaline Coming to drill em with the real gospel Coming up with the game still the same Bringing the name bringing the fame To the glory they follow Him and the father While I'm coming and killing the game I'm breaking 'em off and we know They steady tryna imitate the steelo I'm hitting with fire, spitting super wild Running with the young and unashamed I'm Paganini on a kilo amigo God giving I feel like I'm Paganini Huuh Paganini Ahh I feel like I'm Paganini Huuh Paganini Show off

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