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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
nice boys
Don't play rock and roll
Nice boys don't play rock and roll
I'm not a nice boy!

Sweet sixteen she was fresh and clean
Wanted so bad
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
Just as fast as thing goes, boy
Give me some more
She's my little rock star, man she knows it
My baby's Guns N' Roses, my baby's Guns N' Roses

Ya she's
thing goes, boy,
Give me some more.
She's my little rock star, man she knows it.
My baby's Guns N' Roses.

She's got a wild side.
Bet trouble's 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
hand 
That's raised to the Rose of England 
Raised to the Rose of England 

For her feckless boys she did weep and wail 
Crying, Lord have mercy
on my gun oh
Ain't she something nice
Bones rattle my dice, 

My baby's got the Cadillac walk
The Cadillac walk
She's got the Cadillac walk
of England

For her feckless boys she did weep and wail
Saying, Lord have mercy where did I fail?
Out of my belly, the pick up a gun
And fall for the Rose
He's a little boy racer
Shooting guns on the high street of love

In a crowd it's hard to spot him, but anonymity can cost
He's never cheap â??n
My mother used to tell me
That nice boys don't play rock 'n roll
And I guess she was right
'Cause I'm a crazy fuck who's on the Rolley
We're
piped like clacks
By the ol' scarecrow
'N pots 'n pans burn the fireman's hands till the
Kettle leaped fire round the belly 'o'
The bayou boy bums
Uh, uh, uh, huh
Clipse
(Clipse)
Exclusive shit
(Exclusive shit)
Yeah, who

Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
This
of England

For her feckless boys she did weep and wail
Saying, Lord have mercy where did I fail?
Out of my belly, the pick up a gun
And fall for the Rose
You can bring Pearl, 
She's a darn nice girl, 
But don't bring Lulu.

You can bring Rose 
With her turned up nose, 
But don't bring Lulu.
didn't want to jump the gun
I didn't know how many n****s was humping hon
I said I never seen a face like yours before
And I been around some cute
n****
Lt Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers

Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be
me some more. 
She's my little rock star, man she knows it. 
My baby's Guns N' Roses. 

She's got a wild side. 
That troubles in her blood. 
Thinks I'm
You can bring Pearl, 
She's a darn nice girl, 
But don't bring Lulu.

You can bring Rose 
With her turned up nose, 
But don't bring Lulu.
to this one n****
I never fold, keep my hand on my gun n****
Momma told em kill em with my music slowly
The game over, and Imma cross over like Kobe
Now
I respect the shooter
Y'all go to parties to ice grill
I go to parties to party with nice girls
You young boys gotta chill
30's the new twenty,
Nothing personal, just another snack 
'N Harley said you're better off sticking to your guns 
Any fule kno that 

Oh Moronica Queen of the Biz 
And her
at your Roley, at dem hot shows
So go 'head, boy, get drunk, pop that Mo'
Until I pull ya to the side
See the nine, kid?
And since you got that nice
and don't plan to
How bout you officer, you blowin anything?
Just blow into the tube son
Okay okay man

Oh what's this man? 2.0?
Oh Guns'n'Roses dude!
You
place,
'N I'll buy you a taste,
You can sit on my face--
Where's my waitress?

Burtram, Burtram redneck
Burtram, Burtram redneck

I'm an awful nice