Lyrics:
daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in that Motel 6
$59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass hoe
Yeah, stop by that
sie mache alles suuber.
Schyybe blyybe dräggig, dräggig wie die Wösch.
Kappe mr die Zöpf, baue e neus Huus uff.
Abart: Wenni Rote ins Glas leer isch
Snatch the airbag, hit the corner and park it
Corner the market, I got her tied up in a chair and gagged
Bitches get smacked and grabbed by the hair
ain't have shit, tell me who's the one that ride
We gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-mo
Get ?, burn the whole store down all by myself
but na by force
airplane mode make i catch my trips
e no dey count if e no be money
hype man para you get money?
give am casket V.S.O.P
airplane mode
posted by the corner store
Mr. Kodac, store M.V.P
Buying rellos, seven-teen, no I.D
So gone pump ya gas, then cop a CD
And shawty if your fine, you can get
Hey, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Without me getting ahead talking about shit
I go by the name of Mr. Thanksgiving aka
Mrs. (?) dj the fuck
tree
Mr palmer wid 'e palm tree
Leff my scheme? Battybwoy gwan dream
(A wah do dem?) yuh salt 'e
Spread out pan asphalt 'e
Couple small Glocks fall tall
special thanks to Mr.Chuck Sabo for his enthusiasm and his splendid drumming.
Il brano Cose che succedono presenta riferimenti assolutamente casuali e
don dey see alert
See, Na PH-City I first enter bunk I start to cyph
Enter FPI I start to notch
Turn director of social for my faculty
Dj Moscow, Mr
uhh uhh
Bitch! uhh bitch! uhh uhh
Ride, yeah, that's crazy
E Mr. New York Knicks, B. Daltry
Violators, "rock the bells"
T rhone, get money,
love
Mr nat on the beat
Riffa on the mix
Mr best e dey sing
This babe she dey whine
Shekpe in my cup
Everytime
When you see me, I Dey high
Mr nat
real ass nigga from the east bay
?w-e-l-l-t-e-p-are-o-o-f?
For the niggas who kid yourself by losin' your fuckin' death
Bloaw! bloaw!
Cap, we do it
Don't get caught on E and fought on streets
Be a victim of "Grand Theft Auto 3"
(Two by two) Trust no one when you're gettin' them
Put your life in
Intro: hey yhow! Mr P, Pzho Mr Kulguy, hey yhow Tyler B isee you my nigga, Is'khalo somfazi one of the best stories!!
#Chorus by Pzho: uzibukele
8G Legacy, now you know the reality
8G Legacy, we been causing the hackery
8G Legacy, 8G Legacy
Lyrics By: Mr N
Song By: Mr N
Composition By: Mr N
why I'm around, will you still stick with me?
Never wana stand by me Just wana still from me
My refusal gets your sharp thing under my skin like in
beamin' on that gravel spot when no ones up
My glove box got Beam by the fifth, blunt look big like AO Smith
Mossy Oak drenched on my Range, 'cause I'm
Fuck it, H-A-T-E- M-E do that
Your whispers don't reach me, I'm somewhere getting blew back
I'm probably in a blue lac, or maybe in a red jag,
And she's thankful everyday
Because baba God keep me safe
I know my blessings awaits
And my enemies dem fail,
Because i dey grow day by bye
Dem go try
gonna come back down,
We are here to save the ERF uhhh. E-R-F uh..
Todd Berry Todd Berry
I'm gonna pay you on an hourly rate, pay you on an hourly
in your
Ear[Chorus: Mr. Capone-E]We some Hi-Power riders
On a mission for a come upVatos trippin' and they
Slippin' if they wanna play youngBang-Bang
E crizy iyafo fino
Yes yes y'all
This is a public service announcement
Mr Incredible featured by the one and only
Egberi Popsi Number 1 of Bayelsa
So me say rata tara
Mr Vibes on the beat ehh
(Dem go Hear dis 1)
Who stole the meat from the cooking pot
Ogbono feli feli no be lie the girl she
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