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just pressed Will be gripped by the DJ's fingertips Slipped out of the crate, out the sleeve Laid on the technique and played out my speak-ers Ears glued
not fake and I heard Robert Palmer wants to do a remake, huh when it comes to rhymes don't steal or take be origanal don't duplicate cause I'm 5 foot 10
[Intro: "interviewer" (Skinnyman)] "So Skinnyman, now that you've signed a deal with talkin loud and your currently recording your album, how's this
I'm riding on the 5.40 Taking people back home in the morning Find a safe spot and curl up against the window Thoughts forming in my head, i'm
Step 1: Choose your drums Step 2: Assemble your drums Step 3: Add your melody Step 4: Write a hook Step 5: Record your hook Yeah, yeah, new
mort, c'est l'album de ma vie J'suis rentré dans ta tèss, y avait pas tant d'cadors Les pules-cra vendent la mort, j'm'en fous d'tes ventes balourd
Kranichstein, Lowrider, High 5 Aj, dreh' dein Album auf Stand-by Jetzt kommt OL, Bandanas mit Tec-9s Du solltest wegbleiben, alles vorbei Du weißt doch, wie
Standhaft, mein Herz ist gepanzert Weil ich keine Angst hab vor dir und deiner Mannschaft Die meisten wollen Krampfhaft 'ne 5-Sterne Residenz im Game sein
[Chorus] Runaway, run for your life he's returned... [Carlos Coy] I ain't worked in 2 years, guess who's back Still, my whole albums sell like
a shitty job, 5 days and 50 bob And after debt collectors I got just enough to get written off My crew the dirtiest Funkoars you heard of us Second album
This song is definitely one of the 'filler' tracks on the album. Never played in concert (that I can remember) and hardly ever mentioned by anyone.
asleep You know you're ghetto when you think you represent But them niggas on your block ain't spendin' a red cent And tryin' to buy your album (nigga
sponsered by Nike All this hype be surroundin me And I heard that on the block that you was clowin me, sayin You ain't my homie to be a cold day in hell
stick I snort caine, and do cocktails Make way for the six five killa whale That love to box and don't care if I die With fists that will open and shut
das neue Album?“-Fragen Und du fragst mich, wie es Jan geht? Ich frage mich, was dich das angeht Ich will hier weg, ich muss pissen und dein Telefon
and silence meet Blue waters of Santa Maria Sanctuary, where the oceans still breed Then day comes to an end And twilight's falling Fishermen are gathering by
doubt you do, I'm down to drop My album soon that's bound to Flop then down a few And Mounty Bop around the room without a top I'm out of tune and out
And everybody's in a frenzy they like "Who is he?" "I don't know But the boy get's busy" i don't play yo I grind like I still hold a 9 to 5 so that's why they call
vim, žе když mluví činy, tak není potřeba používat věty (Pew) Mý stеps big, jako by je dělal Yeti Než vyšlo album Pouzar, nevěřila ani moje vlastní máma
top, jsi na internetu sežral Šalomounovo hovno Nikdy jsem nepotkal hatera venku, hádej proč? Musel by zvládat stovku jak Usain Bolt Olympiáda shit jako
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