Lyrics:
crunch time
In my prime (In my prime, In my, In my, In my)
Rookie of the year like D. Rose in '09
Okay I tried to tell y'all first
Nobody was trying
not known as the hero
Got the drip, call me D. Rose
Came from the bottom now I'm here though
Riding my wave that's so gnarly
Splashed in hands up crowd
d'arrivée en enfer c'est vachement plus sympa que la ou j'habitais (c'est mignon)
j'suis tellement enfoncé dans ta mère y'a ma teub qui ressort d'son corps
dingue-dingue-dingue-dingue
Heyy heyy heyyy hey
Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang
J’suis une part de ce monde
À part de ce monde
C’est le End Of IX
D. Valentines
Bang Bang Bang Bang
to think to have me maiden head
That I have kept so long
I'd rather I was dead and cold
And me body laid in the grave
Than a lusty, dusty, coal black smith
just can't help it baby
I can't help but stare
So
Tell the D.J.
To pump it up a little more
Hey girl
I gotta let you know
That you've got that
J'rentre dans l'son
Faut qu'ça soit Excellent
Comme c'qu'il y a dans l'celo
Vendeur de stup
J'suis pas dans celà
J'suis plus trop d'ceux-la
Là j'suis
a.
Fifty Caliber they damage.
A Teflon in it a, a old odd meter.
Fifty caliber the abominationsher.
A salt peter, a them put in it a.
And now a beer
VERSE 1
C. G. D Em
Take a wide open heart
C. G. D. G
With a back road dream
C
the taillight was all you could see.
Now the fellas was ribbin' me for bein' behind,
So I thought I'd make the Lincoln unwind.
Took my foot off the gas
to think to have me maiden head
That I have kept so long
I'd rather I was dead and cold
And me body laid in the grave
Than a lusty, dusty, coal black smith
d'somnolence
Toujours le truc sur moi, j'me méfie des gens sournois
Sur l'terrain, y a pas d'tournoi, c'est les lions qui font leur loi (leur loi, leur loi)
just can't help it baby
I can't help but stare
So
Tell the D.J.
To pump it up a little more
Hey girl
I gotta let you know
That you've got that
tháng Giêng
Du xuân du xuân í a.
Tơ trời nhè nhẹ í a.
Hạt sương cho em ướt mi í a.
Để cho bao trồi non xuân lộc biết say.
Thoáng áo tứ thân la đà
everybody had an ocean
Across the U. S. of A.
Then everybody'd be surfin'
Like Californ-I-a
You'd see 'em wearing their baggies
Huarache sandals too
just can't help it baby
I can't help but stare
So
Tell the D.J.
To pump it up a little more
Hey girl
I gotta let you know
That you've got that
I don't realize, I see the demons inside of they souls
Niggas is dreamin to sell what I sold
Fuckers is fiendin to held what I hold
I just know
to bust a move
I drink quarts and cans and bottles and sixes
Between the turntables keep the vodka and the mixes
I'm Mike D. I got the deuces wild
to bust a move
I drink quarts and cans and bottles and sixes
Between the turntables keep the vodka and the mixes
I'm Mike D. I got the deuces wild
doe
Rhymes too drastic, bastard, pull hookers like elastic
N. B. A. style, fantastic
No time to bite, but I just might, tonight I write left-handed
near
H. A. T. E.
Having anger towards everything
H. A. T. E.
Having anger towards everything
My past buried inside
feels like I’m buried alive
I can’t
It's 'Kiss
You know who I'm with
Tical, ha ha!
First off, smack the teeth out a rapper mouth
The beef brawl, I'm 3D right in front your house
Sass E. Frass and Joe D. Glow
Headin' out to the picture show
Sweet innocence, not yet eighteen
Daddy don't mind what daddy don't see
Heavy
Sass E. Frass and Joe D. Glow
Headin' out to the picture show
Sweet innocence, not yet eighteen
Daddy don't mind what daddy don't see
Heavy
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