Lyrics:
happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully
She wants shots
Lemon drops
Red headed sluts
Keep em coming don't stop
Till we drop dead Fred
Pass out in bed
And by bed, I mean anywhere you fall
to Party
Got up from the grave and he Took the Key
Opened up the gates and he let Em free
He went to heaven on a high Beam
Sky opened up for a real king
book a hotel room and lose the key
Well come sit by the fire
Burn a hole through desire with me
Growin' up and growin' old ain't the same
Did you get
Three-five in a wood she hit it
Three times, three times
Three-five in a wood she hit it
Three times, three times
Three-five in a wood she hit it
One, two, one two three go
Hey, hey, hey, hey,
Fill it up, fill it up!
Hey, hey, hey, hey,
Fill it up, fill it up!
Hey, hey, hey,
Fill it up,
Just Dance
RedOne konvict
Gaga (Oh oh, eh)
I've had a little bit too much, much
(Oh, oh, oh oh)
All of the people start to rush
(Start to rush by
to hide it
Looking back was so alone
Holding you never felt more like home
Moved on forgot you've been forgiven
Now we're bound by rhythm
Tryna beat this
Sing a song for me baby
In my favorite key
If you're too shy to face me
I'll look down at my feet
While everybody's going to the party, have
Yo, fuck you
Yo, yo, fuck you
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo fuck you
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo fuck you
Yo, sim simma, who got the key to my Bimmer?
Yo, fuck you
Yo, yo, fuck you
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo fuck you
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo fuck you
Yo, sim simma, who got the key to my Bimmer?
better blue tennis shoes tidy, with our body
As I fall into the Mack 10 listenin party
Got greeted by some niggas who I never knew
Cold thing
hang
I'm a No Limit Soldier and we running the streets
Respect my hood screaming CP3!
Big Boz uptown nigga holding it down
My lil cousin Hot Boy the new
passing by
I'm losing my mind (mind, mind, mind)
I need one, two, three, four, five minutes with you
One minute and the earth begins to shake
Two
Armed with keys of brass and silver, keys so sharp with rage and hate
Fifteen minutes they've been walking, see them passing by three cars
Hidden by
no mileage
Top off like Wallace
And I'm hella smoke, bitch know that
Filthy rich before rap
Your new deal, I throw that
Three beans I'm on that
fakin' it, to make it
I play low-key 'til it's time for you to know me
Stir my lime with light, drink it down slowly
Holy shit, now look what I get
kids on a dead-end street
Told Smurf to get the keys to the Jeep
Three niggaz only goddam free
If you fronting, get put to sleep
Infrared beam over
better blue tennis shoes tidy, with our body
As I fall into the Mack 10 listenin party
Got greeted by some niggas who I never knew
Cold thing
go so awry
Case File, Suspect 3, the sister of the murdered (an important key)
Another Super, she seems a bit shy
But her sister's her bestie, a strong
you want for three-moose-fifty
Yeah that was Moose-A-Matics 101, brought to you by Jake
To the Mallorys, I hope that you're having a great day
Same
One, two, three (yeah)
I like to hide in the bathroom at parties
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Drunk people make me nervous, I'm sorry
Yeah, yeah, yeah
beefing wit him
Hollow tips through your mental
I got mine have your grip when I bend through
Keep my 9 I don’t care what offend you
Ace 3 Times by my side
hört entfernt paar Jazz Piano Keys
Du scheinst n bisschen skeptisch
Doch ich sehe was was du nicht siehst
Du trägst dein Sommerkleid mit weißen Nikes
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