Lyrics:
by your grace
We go fit hold on to you Lord
He is my pillar oh oh oh
(Wo y3 me poma dadaa)
He is my ride or die mm yh
(He is my ride or die oh)
He is
Live Free cuthored by: Xavier Edwards
CcN u feel that 808 x3?
CcN u feel that 808 x3?
Verse 1:
Can you feel when the bass heave?
Shake them
zieht
Drive-By, Crimetime, Was, wer will Beef?
Charte auf 3, Fuck Polizei
Komm mit wem du willst ich hab die Magnum dabei
Mukke für die Charts, fick
Redet dauernd in seinen Songs über Drive-Bys (Drive-Bys)
Huh, huh! Kennst du das Geräusch?
Huh, huh! Kennst du das Geräusch?
So klingt das, wenn ich
Press 3 if you accept the charges, if not hang up
[Ludacris]
To my cousin Darren Ranch, stay up homie
To my brother Chris Butler, stay up homie
If
die by the gun (baow)
Ain't gotta cap 'bout the shit that I done
My nigga got bond and he went on the run (go)
Got my roof in the trunk and my trunk
mates are doing time
Married with three kids up by the ring road
Sold their souls straight down the line
And some of them own little sports cars
time by the sea?
If you're standing there with me
Then it's where I wanna be
Wer kostet die Welt? (die Welt)
Wer kostet die Welt? (ja)
Wer kostet die
gettin' by
Wouldn't even be taking this shit if DeShaun didn't die
Oh yeah, there's an excuse, you lose Proof so you use
There's new rules, it's cool if
Eywa, We we
Hörst du das, ja ich hör das
Das die Straße Mo, Motherfuck
Heiß und Hungrig hör mal zu, PcREZc
Mein kleiner Bra hat mehr Knast gesehen
My damn street know I'm riding through it
Four four two on the hood
Do this shit here for the hood
Why you niggas shit on the hood?
Two two three
My damn street know I'm riding through it
Four four two on the hood
Do this shit here for the hood
Why you niggas shit on the hood?
Two two three
you ever saw me is the best thing to do
Don't give a fuck about your family, they'll be resting with you
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, better
one deep, yeah the only
Do or die, with slugs for the Ruger
Rollin patrollin in a stolen black Cougar
I do my dirt all by my lonely "Hey!" "Hey!"
dick
My day be short, need coke, raid the fort
I'm knocked by the cops
Come blaze the court
And though niggas die for, go on the shelf
Disrespect
Praise the beast to a certain extent
I don’t wanna be gothic
I don’t wanna idolize him
Nor do I wanna live in a tent
[Part 3]
[Verse 1]
I can owe my life
you know, do something with her?” and she said “They seem to think she’s going to die.” So I went round and saw one of the nurses, they were nuns
happening
How you took three people I love out of my life back to back to back
And then i realized, pressure makes diamonds
And I'ma do this shit for y'all,
If you locked in the box keep, makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you
You lookin' at a man that would
Die for his
Yeah, F-50
As times go by, I twist the lah
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gon' die
You think I'm off point 'cause
You see me gettin' high
But
make you never never leave me
S3 wu jai me p3, adwin adwin i dey miss you
Woooh woooh i dey miss you
Woooh woooh i dey miss you die
Woooh woooh i dey
mates are doing time
Married with three kids up by the ring road
Sold their souls straight down the line
And some of them own little sports cars
you all my all
Me shy3 wo bo
owuo mu mpo ah m3 do Wo,
I have seen no one like you
the way ah wo y3 wo ne3ma
Obiaa nte s3 Wo,
I can't imagine,
living
overseas wie die London Games
Ey es geht straight up - dont worry Babe
Ich shoote downtown ey wie ein Drive by
Triple Double blow out, score high, no lie
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