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my op
Dat hy by jou bly stop

My hart het nie kos nie
Want hy wil jou nie los nie
Sit my pot se dêksel op
Ooh-hoo-hoo

En my hart kook oor
Want ek het

bez ogródek do wszystkiego się posuniesz
Jak tonący chwyta brzytwy nawet dał byś duszę diabłu
Byle przetrwać te godziny pełne strachu wdziera się

all over again
Wooooooo..
Hey, Charlie! What are doing here?
Hi Kemy, I am moving these flower pots aside.
How can you move the pots by lying

Pease Porridge

De La Soul

De La Soul Is Dead

1991

played, get played, played a lot on radio
And also, and also, and also by some foul brothers
The Pease, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed
It

Ass on her fucking self i produce
Consume a lot of cash by my fucking self
All that bush that me and scooter flip
We need a fucking belt
They think I’m

and ViVO cook up
Pot smokin' Hialeah Cuban on some hood stuff
Fire when I cook up
Big Homie got the hook up
Cop it by the L
Break it off in dubs
Still

I got no fucks on charity 
I swear to God I'll hang it up right now 
If by 2 more vowels you don't swear by me 
Turn your faith in 2 seconds 
Walk up

pot, do stick ups, and ball in our hood 
What do a nigga say when he say Drag-On and Twista (kill me) 
Gangsta (let's ride), hustla (feel me) 

Gotta

Ej stop typy mają szok kiedy widzą ten lot
Ja nadaję krok w litrach leje się pot
To jest taki kop że aż sypie się strop
To ten styl top a top

Ej

Young nigga hit juugs with that dirty stick
Watch me scrap the pot
(skurt) with that dirty stick
She a bad bitch, finesse you, now she dirty
Bitch oh

I be wit the killers, I be by myself
I be gettin' money, I be by myself
I stay in designer, I be by myself
It ain't hard to find me, I be by

as you are
Are you not awed by my sight
It's not up to me who you think you are
Am I welcomed in your heart
Now you started talking too much
What have I

Stone Cold say hell yeah
Chanel runners on my feet I just bought two pair
Rolex backhand the pot like I'm Ric Flair
Water on me like I'm sponsored by Deer

think outside the damn pot
Im in the booth solo
Smoking on my thoughts
I been got the memo
Fuck a damn thot
Im balling like I'm Melo
Yea the nigga hot

down the road
Right by the ocean
I got bitches (swag) on my toes (Dre)
(Pretty boy swag) Pretty boy swagging on
You fucking hoes (I do this)
This one for

Tomorrow is what a nigga ain't guaranteeing
New Orleans had a sheriff by the name of Harry Lee
When he died, niggas shouted out "Tha-thank you, Jesus"

thot (Thot)
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey)
I don't trust nobody, grip the trigger (nobody)
Call

Bad And Boujee

Migos

Bad and Boujee

2016

thot (Thot)
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey)
I don't trust nobody, grip the trigger (nobody)
Call

Yeah oouuu yeah yeah yeah

Ima boss I go get it by any means yeah
I guarantee that my niggaz is gone eat yeah
Dirty money but you know we whippin'

tucked in my sock
Hoodie low. Brass knuckles in My pocket
Music high
Xanax with my liquor to get by
What I got in my school bag
Pills and a book of rhymes

bitch pants
I bought a Pyrex pot put it next to my wrist
And I look at it dance
Dasher, Rudolph, and Prancer
Percocet, molly, and xans (Percy)

Inhale,THC inflow
Prettier than bitches… NO HOMO
Ayo Hiem watcha got in the pot
Ayo Hiem watcha got in the pot
(What you cookin nigga)
Ayo Hiem watcha got in

coming for it
Yeah yeah ah
Tic Toc hit a lick get gwap
More than one hustle steady cooking in the pot
It go tic toc I made it off the block
I made it

Well, it might
Just be the red wine
Or the reverend Green preachin' atcha
Spinning a sermon through the scratches
But judging by
Goosebumps on your