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have turned Guns into Roses like two times today
Now here's something you gotta say two times to Jay
I got my shades on waiting for the sun to shine my
I'm so frozen
Rock 'n' rollin', rock 'n' rollin'
I'm a Rolling Stone with my Guns'N'Roses

Some say I have bad brains that I'm out of my mind now
When the bee stings, 
When I'm feelin' sad, 
I simply remember my favorite things, 
And then I don't feel so bad

Roses, kittens
Kettles, mittens
a hot soundtrack
Ever since
Boyz N Da Hood

[Bridge]

I'm going bad
No luck
I'm going
Bad, bad, bad
So rough
I'm going
Bad, bad, bad
No
These lames are bad for your health
You can do bad all by yourself
You deserve better baby

Last time was the last time
Yea
That n**** gon' make you cry
These lames are bad for your health
You can do bad all by yourself
You deserve better baby

Last time was the last time
Yea
That n**** gon' make you cry
Boom boom bang bad boy pose ton gun
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Boom boom bang bad boy pose ton gun
Boom boom bang bad boy

Fixe,
of Jay-Z, Z
Check me out

Thirty's the new twenty, n**** 
I'm so hot still
Better broad, better automobile
Bet a yard, nah, bet a hundred mill
Then by
boys,don't play rock 'n' roll
Nice boys, don't play rock 'n' roll
I'm not a nice boy!

Sweet sixteen she was fresh and clean
Wanted so bad to be part
and Roll.
If you really want to know what drives her wild, C-O-U-N-T-R-Y

You might not know it by the way we talk, 
We might not show it by the way we
Smif-N-Wessun (right)
Fiyah Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun
Gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun

Every day, life's a struggle for me
of growin 
Express Yourself, was said by N.W.A. 
So stop givin trouble a play 
Because those who chose to oppose never rose they all froze 
At thirty-two
When I'm walking by the women say ' Who is that n****?'
I replied 'Hi,I am Gudda Gudda that n****'
I was raised in the home of da Cap Splitters
Whip
is war
Yeah n****, uh, yeah n****
Yeah n****, uh, yeah n****, uh
Yeah n****

Bust my gun all by myself
Rock cocaine all by myself
Poured propane all
Boom boom bang bad boy pose ton gun
Boom boom bang avant qu'il y ait maldonne
Boom boom bang bad boy pose ton gun
Boom boom bang bad boy

Fixe,
guns
'Cause a nigga is runnin' out of funds
But H Rap says, "Freedom got a strap"

I wish I was in Dixie
AK, AK
Then shit wouldn't have been bad in
at 850 pounds; guns n' roses!

Get in the ring(x16)

This song is dedicated to all the guns n' fuckin' roses fans
Who stuck with us through all the fucking
Yea uh
I like the way that sounds
Uh uh N-N-N-N-N-N-Now
Check Check

Nigga you feelin' like a frog when you jump
One leap will bring ya from
to wonder
Should I produce or should I tour this summer
Well just that second I heard stay where you are
Before I could stop I was hit by a cop car
I laid
and the dog's off the chain

I be that yung'n with that gun-ness, tellin' ya, stop frontin'
I be that yung'n on the run, after I pop some'n
In the Bible I
They say 

Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin
Where I can pile up my chips
And n****s call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolecsent
with his gun I wasn't 
With it so 
On the ground was a bottle of Snapple, I broke the bottle in his 
Fucking Adam's apple 

As he fell his partner
Moonlight and roses are the goin' thing
Champagne, a little love, and a weddin' ring
But every time she leaves it's gonna break your heart
It's
to ride
To keep the heater right by her side

[Eve]
Ah-yo so what the deal dogg tell me keep it real dogg
N****z seem to the brain how you feel dogg
Uh, uh, uh, huh
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Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
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