[וורס 1: פרדרו סטאר]
Straight of the flight new york to tel aviv
Im gangster,one look you could tell a G
In the gucci store boy rocking hella G's
We getting shekles-what the fuck you tellin me
Im a felony, the boy keep the tool on him
Shoot up the party like shyne in jerusalam
My jews we shine like gold mine i hold mine
Haters tryna cross me up-like phone lines
I keep it kosher 4 5th on the roster
With a jewish princes-so im on the wanted poster
They want me dead manayaks want my head B
Im blowing hashish laying in the dead sea
All my n***as got chains with 6 stars
All my n***as are off the chain with sick cars
The all team got money blowing cream
From now on n***as call me fire goldstine

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מחיפה לאל איי
Tlv le queens
Hustle everyday
Get it in by any means
Fo real-it exactly what it seems
What we call reality you see it in your dreams
Leather on the seats
Chrome onyx rimes
Got each others back
That's why everybody wins
Fo real-it exactly what it seems
What we call reality you see it in your dreams