Теймур Сафаров

Досье Теймур Сафаров


Адрес: США, Detroit
Происхождение: Баку
Дата рождения:20 Мая 1995
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Теймур Сафаров родился 20 Мая 1995 года. Он был рожден в городе Баку. Также, мы выяснили, что сейчас он проживает в городе Detroit, США. В своих религиозных взглядах он указал: "Мусульманин". Теймур относится к алкоголю нейтрально.

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Вот, что рассказывает Теймур о себе:
Это я научил Jay Z говаорить ЁЁЁЁЁЁЁЁЁЁЁ

Where's my gangstas and all my thugs
Throw them hands up and show some love
And I Welcome you to Detroit City
I said Welcome to Detroit City
Every place, everywhere we go
Man we deep everywhere we roll
Ask around and they all know Tricky
That's what's good man they all say Tricky

Beat me, hate me
You can never break me
Will me, thrill me
You can never kill me

I'm a menace, to society baby
the police want to relocate me
they run up with gun up, but they can't faze me
they wanted to come up, but they ain't crazy got
I ride one in the chain with gun on top
Six train Chevrolet rolln' without no top
got them hydraulics is dumpin and make it drop

Pedal to the metal then STOP, 
Take another sip from the syrup then STOP
Let my seat back, drop the top then STOP
See me something sexy, spot that ass I gotta STOP
My rims so shiny they clear like flat-screen plasma
Gals break when they see em' it's hard to breathe like they got asthma
Older people trippin' cause they think they seein' thangs
My car sittin' still but my rims still rolin' man, they off the chain
I'm a Bad Boy, wit a lotta ho's
Drive my own cars, and wear my own clothes
I hang out tough, I'm a real Bo$$$$$$$$$

Yes one dose of me will have you addicted 
To know me is to love me i handle mah business 
Any City any town, touch down i do my thing 
ima hustler baby i provide by any means 
Ima great conversationist, you should know what im about 
when you look at me baby you should see a way out 
out the hood, out the drama, out the bently thats on 
out the headache an stress you done been through b4

Get your walk on, get your head right
I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right
Get your bounce on, back dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up 

Those who wish to follow me (my ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns

To live and die in LA, it's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see

If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend

Verse One: Puff Daddy
(Yeah... this right hear... goes out to everyone who has lost someone they 
truly love)
Seems like yesterday we used to rock the show
I laced the track, you locked the flow
So far from hangin on the block for dough
Notorious, they got to know that
Life ain't always what it seem to be (uh-uh)
Words can't express what you mean to me
Even though you're gone, we still a team
Through your family, I'll fulfill your dream (that's right)
In the future, can't wait to see
If you open up the gates for me
Reminisce some time, the night they took my friend (uh-huh)
Try to black it out, but it plays again
When it's real, feelings hard to conceal
Can't imagine all the pain I feel
Give anything to hear half your breath (half your breath)
I know you still living your life, after death 
Faith Evans
Every step I take, every move I make
Every single day, every time I pray
I'll be missing you
Thinkin of the days, when you went away
What a life to take, what a bond to break
I'll be missing you