Lyrics:
Then I turn around and give the dick more kisses than Hershey's
Yo' dick brick-hard like a medal (uh)
I got three holes for it like a pretzel (mhm)
He was beaten, mocked, and exposed,
Humiliated beyond reason
They cast lots for his robe
He hung there, willingly he chose
To be crushed by God
with my homies, can't fall out about no bitch
They askin' why she leave me, my nigga this is it
I-I-I told that hoe that I wish that she was dead (oh,
but we see
Don't fuck us three
Day by day, the grip is getting tight
From your habits, hiding in plain sight
Brick walls around every corner
Now we've
to de bring my way
But we go maintain day by day o
Maintain day by day
Cos if you rush Wey you go crush
My brother make you no de bore
Nobody send you
Watch this, I got a brand new 3 bedroom crib
Spotlights in the ceiling it's sick
Got a beanbag in the computer room
All I need now is Grand Theft
me)
I got to understand you,
cause that's what gets me by, in my life
From a part of the Bronx, to the heart of the burbs
From a dyslexic,
of treasure
Here we go
Oh, Here we go
And we're climbing
Chorus
The stairway to heaven
We're climbing the stairway to heaven
And we're going step by
me)
I got to understand you,
cause that's what gets me by, in my life
From a part of the Bronx, to the heart of the burbs
From a dyslexic,
the nine two times
With a machine no gym
Tryna put him in the sky
Make an opp boy fly
Get whacked by mine
Where them at, where them be, where
praise Jesus
Good Friday in the stu, I'ma tryna drop this thing by Easter
Whoa, whoa, whoa, I ain't clear this song either
'Ye if this blow, I'll sort
おうい!ハッキリしておくれ!
オレはお前の何なんだ!?
ヘイ!あの娘は平然と
嘘偽り無いと嘘をつく
男を乗り換え また一人
だまされた
One by one
Two by two
Three by three
Four by four
the dick more kisses than Hershey's
Yo' dick brick-hard like a medal (uh)
I got three holes for it like a pretzel (mhm)
Tight as a virgin boy don't get
Davis Absolute the Body
You see they judge me by the
Words I won't exchange with dummies
I would never give the pearls to swine
Now they try to take
Yeah
Lately, I've been spending time by myself
Riding by myself
Staying out the way, Quiet is kept
Drive through the city, me myself & I
Going in
some time
Three grams in the wood
I can smoke it by myself
Speedin' in a fuckin' Bimmer
Boy your ass gon' get left
I got thirty-three rounds
So I do not
Juice the capo
On the fucking mic man
It's Issa Gold here man, you know
UA shit, Beast Coast shit, three time move
My nigga shoutout my nigga Big Tigger
za rap da da mi szmal
By nie robić go jak 3 4 Polski na wyspach
Opowiadam ci o swoim życiu w tekstach
Często mówię o tym co jest mi nie w smak
Staram
system, the KA
System uses advanced technologies
Such as artificial intelligence algorithms
Active elеctronically scanned arrays
3D
Printing and signal
always comes undone
I'm so New York, I changed my number to 3-1-1
Try starvin' and you'll prefer
Eatin' by wide margin
MC Paul Barman presents a
Tempting
Player three do you agree “I have the captain’s grace”
So the time has come to drink your rum
The gambit roll reverses the tide the locker roll will make
dreamin.. tap her out like a ring man
& these bitches wanna talk about, 3 rounds a night..
Everytime i get to the pussy I’m ready, I was born to fight
They
pullin' me
By the feet, oh woe is me
I know
(I feel it, I-I-I feel it, ooh)
Too strong
(I feel it, I-I-)
(Can you feel it too?)
I feel
(I feel it, I-I-I
99 bottles of beer on the wall
By the end of the night I'm a drink em all
Counting the clock
The clock keeps ticking
That 9 to 5 i gotta fucking
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