Lyrics:
scuffle all because of Willis Reed
Now there's one more bar in New York
I can't get me what I need
One by one, the doors are closing
One by one,
da sua voz
”I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves
through the negro streets...”
is red so beautiful
Like an angel in disguise
But if you meet a friendly horse
Will you communicate by
Mo-o-o-o-orse?
Mo-o-o-o-orse?
MJ, game 6, Jackson, Tyson
Quiet dog, my phone changed up
I'm icin' up my Barbie chains up
And when I come, get your change cup
These bum bitches
you're standing still
Your fur is red so beautiful
Like an angel in disguise but if you meet
A friendly horse
Will you communicate by mo-o-o-o-orse?
as a cane (it came with a 30)
I'm not a rapper, got raised by trappers, they taught me the game (OGs)
Got on them frames by Louis (eat it up), but I wear my
bitch, you need to run and go get your frigity-friends
I'm looking at your bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity mack's bickity back, don't act wickity-wack
Gumy balonowej resztki na twarzy, gdy
Gdy patrzysz jak powietrzem wypełniam
I cienka powłoka pęka, bum
Zapach truskawki uwolnił się
I kłamię
Znów
It's just me by my lonesome
Lonesome
4,3,2, now I'm on 1
On 1
Over here you don't want none
Want none
Call me Najje the son of a gun
I hold it down
you bum-bum-bitty come so dumb-dumb
Remember when you was all busted, broke down, beat up
Even kept you as a friend when you stole to stay steed-up
Fee fi fo fum
Smell the blood of a gullible bum
Brain dead bored bought into the fraud
Bigger harder faster more!
Trying to find some way
thumb outside trying to bum a ride
And all the love birds seem to fly by
I'm 2 bottles down trying to keep you off of my mind
I'm on memory lane with
I do what I want in spite of you bums!
[Katie Tropp: Verse 1]
You’re born alone, you die alone, everything in between is make believe,
Cuz what I
on our ass cause we did without a saddle
Aided by a crocodile bone paddle
Killing evil gotchis on the way
Most important MILFs
Cause it's all about today
biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
couldn't eat, I had crumbs
All my life in the streets had me numb
On the mic and doing that got me funds
Bosses ain't gone be surrounded by bums
Losses I
What's happenin' all over?
I'll tell ya what's happenin' all over.
Guy sittin' home by a television set
Who once used to be something of a rover.
magazine(Ajajaj)
Lebo som fashion-killa (A-ha)
Lebo som jak z inej dimenzie (Ye)
Bola by to fantázia, keby sa niekedy dali vypnúť emócie (Ye)
Bola by to fantázia,
Dubu dubu dubu daj
Basu dubu basu daj
Dubu daj by zadub'ować cały ten kraj
Dubu dubu dubu daj
Basu dubu basu daj
Dubu daj by zadub'ować cały ten kraj
jeden myśliwy i zaczął nadawać jak uciekała jedzona teraz antylopa
Ale ekipa na pełnej spince w końcu pod wieczór ją dorwała
Bum bum bum nasuwał bęben na
trying to bring clarity
And i’mma take what belong to me
Money and the whips I don’t care about fame
Imma walk up in the dealership
Looking bum as fuck
gotta stand firm
Neva tell
They knew dat boi
Had uh temper
If u push my button
U kno how I’m comin
My nigga
Coming by my lonely
I rep Members Only
Don’t
little cardboard bum bum’s
Always safe in our little cardboard home
You can be whatever you want to be
An astronaut, a pirate, or just stay a little baby
Yeah we Passing you by
Look at the drip on me
When I walk down these streets
Suited all black With heat
Call me Keanu reeves
John wick I’m Lethal
We not
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