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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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