Lyrics:
a warzone
Pistol packin' and we blowin' on this ozone
I'm ridin' shotgun in the fleet with Brome
Motherfucker pop a nigga from cut and ass
I gotta hustle wars
for the night, so pass that dro
So, daddy come home in a Cadillac brome (Cadillac brome?)
Now don't it sound absurd?
Claim College Park where they
for the night, so pass that dro
So, daddy come home in a Cadillac brome (Cadillac brome?)
Now don't it sound absurd?
Claim College Park where they
a pension (Yeah)
I don't give a fuck about a loan
Do it on my own
Nobody gonna hold me down no
I just want my freedom and a home
Rollin up some brome
Finding
In order for me to get you home in the back of my Brome, I need you (tipsy enough)
I know that you wouldn't be the freak that you are unless you're
In order for me to get you home in the back of my Brome, I need you (tipsy enough)
I know that you wouldn't be the freak that you are unless you're
street
Chiti-chiti-bang-bang
Down with JD (That's me)
Still makin tight-ass beats
I'm rollin in my brome, I stay sweet
Ain't nobody ballin like me
to 21st street
Chity-chity-bang-bang
Don Chi Chi (That's me)
Still makin tight-ass beats
I'm rollin in my brome, I stay sweet
Ain't nobody ballin like me
street
Chiti chiti, bang bang, Don Chi Chi, that's me
Still makin' tight ass beats, that's right
I'm rollin' in my brome, I stay sweet
Ain't nobody
a beer I would buy
But today is Friday and the fun yet to come
I'll meet some friends in the Inn with the brome
I am Wonderboy, a pint, and feel at home
parlar-me, amb el vent.
cra totes les nits, et busco des del meu llit.
Miro el cel intentant, trobar les bones paraules.
I riure de les teves bromes, totes
le vent
Me donnes tu tout ce que t’as
Au Lac brome avec toi
Dis-moi que tu m’aimes toujours autant
Et si le temps nous séparait
Et si la mort se
the dome
That dome brome shit
Dome brome means im gone
Up off that clap back
Hey give me my style nigga
Cause you never had that
These niggas think
And tell 'em it's Kurupt and Snoop
Fuck your crew it's on I take your Brome
It's Don Corleone in the Chronic zone
I turn your dubs into nickels while I'm
zinc, du fer, de l'hydrogène
De l'iode, du cuivre et du brome
Du manganèse et du calcium
De l'azote et de l'oxygène
Le corps est à moitié plein d'eau
Il
to the dome, jumps in the Brome
Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home
But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty
White boy at the counter's
to the dome, jumps in the Brome
Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home
But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty
White boy at the counter's
twenty-fours on the Brome
Lately, I've been waitin' to try somethin' new
'Cause we done did every last one of your fantasies
But we ain't did nothin' I wanna
grown, this is no fact
When cats was at hoop, I was Cadillac Brome
I'm not these rap kids, wit childish antics
Who make diss records, who rock hat
Cadillac Brome
I'm not these rap kids, wit childish antics
Who make diss records, who rock hat backwards
These are higher stakes, this is not average
grown, this is no fact
When cats was at hoop, I was Cadillac Brome
I'm not these rap kids, wit childish antics
Who make diss records, who rock hat
If you show me where's that
Got chrome on the flats, brome on the latch
Cheech and Chong in my sack but that's for my cataracts
Money in my
be and me and john in the back seat drinkin' off brome
And to the z
Thinkin' bout the lives we gonna free
Now tell a nigga please
Soon as we
the Fleetwood Brome
I'm like Richard Chase, mixed with Al Capone
If you want some ripgut shit nigga
Yeah, I got it sewn
So bone to the crib, or get your
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