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SLR


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SLR - EP (Gyptian)


I can sign for one, two
Or three or four
Get three weeks off in a year or more
Save up and get my very own SLR
'Cause I can drive my very own tank
Babies makin' babies-babies makin' babies-babies makin' babies
Babies makin' babies-oh yes slr- babies makin' babies
From the womb to the tomb
Bursting m-16, A-K's and S-L-R's
But with those evilous ways, I know you won't reach far
Soon you will be drowning in your own blood on the tar

But too
att
Allt fr att dva dej en stund
do, jag ger mej inte
do, jag are fri att sga nej
Jag gr som jag vill och lite till
do slr och bygger
hga hinder
Vet inte om allt are rtt, men
Han vntar p grden, och klockan slr
Dom har gtt in nu och klockan slr
Han vntar inte ensam, dr str en man
Hon lovat
Bugatti
J’me barre à Cannes peper
J’verse pour mes frères
Ouais j’me rappelle la ze zer
Vroom vroom SLR
J’ai fini de posé, champagne rosé, j’vous
Hey
Got my swagg
Got my crew
Got my dough and I
Got a black, leather benz SLR cause I'm
Rollin like a Boss
Rollin rollin like a Boss
Rollin like
wenn ich ein Penner wär’
Der mit der S-Bahn fährt statt mit ’nem SLR?

„Sie haben noch 0,9 Kilometer bis zum Ziel.“

Was wär’, wenn damals der Preis
am Japan man 

(Girls Talking) You see him come and go out of the black Benz SLR. 
I wonder where he get's that kind of money? 
Don't worry about
(Make sure I snap your neck too)
SLR or the Aston Mar'
(Lamborghini or the Porsche with the crashing bars)
Iced out
(Or wear no ice at all)
100 Gs
from the paper shows us young and strong and clean
And there's me in me slouch hat with me SLR and greens
God help me - I was only nineteen

From Vung
the paper shows a youngon', strong and clean
And there's me with me slouch hat, my SLR and greens
God help me - I was only nineteen

From Vung Tau riding
stolhet are

Var inte s hrd mot dej sjlv och ditt hjrta,
Jag hr hur det slr drinne under all svrta
Det finns tillrckligt mnga olevda liv,
Och ett liv
They say I walk around like I got a "S" on my chest
SLR, ordered that bitch comin' tomorrow
King shit dineros, you think we out here fo?

I see you
SLR
Et, dans ton bled, tout l'monde m'appelle déjà
Habibi, habibi
Habibi, habibi
Habibi, habibi
Habibi (Meugiwarano)
Bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi (C'est
supa dupa fly
You can call my missy's boo
Pull up in the SLR
Have all the mammals sick of you
All them college credits
You can throw them things away
You
pass through ya areas
The SLR, class looking serious, they has to be curious

You never seen one of the nastiest lyricist
Speed through like he in
S.L.S. S.L.R 
Roll Royce, Maserati, roule la putain de sa mère
Fouiny Gamos, je roule, squatte, trime, Aston Martin
Fouiny Gamos, mon pe-ra sent le neuf
of acronyms
DD on her chest, CP on my chest
AC on the seats, TV in the deck
SLR couple GTs and a S
DBD(death before dishonor) when I speak, 200 Gs on my neck
of acronyms
DD on her chest, CP on my chest
AC on the seats, TV in the deck
SLR couple GTs and a S
DBD(death before dishonor) when I speak, 200 Gs on my neck
direction Lloret Del Mar
Je fais ce qu'il me plait
Feu rouge ou feu vert j'accélère
J'appel Fredo ou Rif-shé
J'commande Féfé, Bentley ou SLR
C'est année
go burn
SLR him get horny an' a skin him waan burn
.380 sit down and a look an' him a learn
All who na listen seh dem going pay fe learn

Oonu seh
man Nigo 
SLR, when the doors go up it's like a fresh elle jar 
Nigga we boss, he shall not get hot, he too frost 
Yessur... 

[Bridge] 
My nigga
Tito
But he clowned me and told me that my money's free-doughs
Now the Enzo doors go up like a Dilo
Reon, same song some from my man Nigo
SLR, when
soldier boy with them old SLR
Dem hear "raaarhhhh" and di whole a dem run guh far
Guh hide underneath Mr. Ruddy ole car
Bad man in di street lay flat pon