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they pass on by, getting drunk and getting high
You sure will have a good time, if you spend your night with Ricky Miles

Well he remembers the younger

Shit God damn

I went driving by my ops block because I was reminiscing
So I slid to the graveyard gave my respects and then I'm dipping
To the ocean

never understand me
I plan to give it to you raw, get a plan B
Y'all be racing to the cash, that's a grand prix
I go Ricky Bobby for that bag, that's

Tricky Ricky
Lyrics by Mark Anthony Celani
He'll get his numbers, just wants his piece of ass
Just can't control it, his game is moving fast
Like

Lucy had Ricky Ethel had Fred
The Ricky Ricardo's divorced and the Mertzes are dead
Antony had Cleopatra Sonny had Cher
Nothing lasts forever so you

rakló aztán otthon kicsinállak 
 Tudom hogy a kedvenced a Ricky Martin 
 mert a Check in down flow baszod minden egyes partin. 
 Téged az utca nevelt

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Es el fucking Blaximental Sky
Chécate este flow bizarro

Si, yeah,
Chiquiluqui, llegó el kiki
De San Diego City, San Martín
Pero no

Let's go W

Baby can work it but you playing harder (ajá)
When you go downtown you know how to move (Ricky Martin)
You like to play me, and tease

Ricky Martin
Nicky Jam
N-I-C-K

Dame sólo una vez
Sólo quiero otra vez
Te juro, me marcho después
No pienso jugar a ser juez
Seducido, yo me

Left the house copped a house now we bouncin
City boys up by a 1000
Super dope bitch I know I'm the product
Wasn't born here they call me exotic
I

yeah yeah
But when I look into your eyes I feel like I'm dreaming yeah yeah
And by the way I'm solving niggas murders feel like Hajime yeah yeah

I'm in

 the 'partments
I can't lie, bitch
I'm so solid and so heartless
I'm duckin' charges, tryna cop a new Ferrari
But right now
Speedin' in that brand new Aston Martin

What’s happening y’all? It’s
Terrace Martin, ay, so check it out
I got three microphones, three of the
Dopest emcees, a drum machine
Two turntables

Martin mother
The vest black but the gun chrome
Shout out to Remy on the come home
We rob niggas that be getting chicken
It ain't oral sex when you see my

your Daddy
With the biggest balls!

I'm not Ricky Martin
I'm not Elton John
I don't have Aston Martin
And women's Peugeot
I have a brutal moto (Moto!)

Una vieja melodía sonaba por Netflix
Un jueves viernes muy lejos de aquí
Ricky, Julian, Ana Rosa y estaba el Brad Pitt
Y la Josefina San Martín, San

MartinLawrence Laws
Won't you tell em like the gunline boss
Eddie murhpey Martin Lawrence laws
Aye don't you step across that gun line dawg
Nawll
Or you goan get

LE MEILLEUR DE MOI
Paroles : Martin Deschamps – Musique : Martin Deschamps – Ricky Paquette

De toutes les filles que j'ai rencontrées
Toi t'as

the cross
The game deep sea i don't get lost
At the crossroads i don't get bossed
When you see me it's white no need to be ross

Ricky i'm calling the martin

King Martin Westside 40 block bitch. I’m strapped so you know I'm bout to pop shit. I rap so I guess I came to start shit. Dis bounce bout to make

The other cmerica


The other cmerica/ the one you don't hear of/ the one Martin spoke of/ it's famine or freedom

(The other cmerica)

Shits wicked

In the councils of government
We must guard against
The acquisition of unwarranted influence
Whether sought or unsought
By the military-industrial

Double Maybach but no Ricky Ross
Niggas copying Cubans links but
They really flawed
Nigga used to up in the bottom
But now I'm at the top
Whipping

Zapomniał o tym ten idiota Martin Eden
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