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Rolex, Day date, een Golf R en een 3,4 T
Veel gaffie, veel miegos zijn te lief geweest
Liters haze, ben altijd al een dief geweest
Kom kijken deze kant,
sonhou?
Quatro ela fica quando bonde passa
Quinta era a marcha que o Golf botou
Sexta feira eu to de Panamera
Na piscina beira
Black e água de coco
Que
woosah jadi takyah susah confirm korang usya
Bless bless gua evergreen
Sampai bila-bila likka Shtambi Mustafa
Dalam golf bukan main golf selalu keluar
mit mädchenhaftem Kreuz
Nicht vom X6 zum Golf, nein, vom CLS zum Rolls Royce
Ich bleibe Taliban wie Bin Laden
Denn Farid ist Gangster wie Kannibalen
While tearing off a game of golf
I may make a play for the caddy
But when I do, I don't follow through
Cause my heart belongs to Daddy
If I
blink op die kruin van ‘n golf
En ek sing van liefde
Dis die lied wat suiwer klink
Deur tyd en ewigheid
Maak die mense rondom my
Deel van die harmonie
Jeg gik og spillede golf
(Jeg gik og spillede golf)
Med en lille hvid bold (Lille hvid bold)
Ved hul nummer atten der gjorde jeg holdt
Jeg kløed' mig
golf
I'm servin' X, molly red, and you know that shit all rock
I'm way too high, I don't want no head, baby, I can't get off soft
She suck me, suck me
smoke, žádný spaní
Odpaluju to jako golf, nahrávám money
Dělám pasivní příjem, sleduj to, jdu vařit
Mý oči nejsou low, mý oči nejsou spavý
Jedu celou noc
engelen zijn
Mijn wereld stond stil
Een stop in de tijd
Een golf van verslagenheid
Jouw leegte in zwijgzaamheid
Mijn wereld stond stil
Je verdween in de
de kalmte heeft in jou een golf van twijfel geraakt
En nu lijkt het of de zon weer ondergaat
Oh oh oh oh
Laat me weten waar je bent
Nu je schaduw is
Derrapando se perdieron en un Volvo
Balbuceando, ego te absolvo
Perdoné al amanecer
Luego en clave de sol
Compré palos de golf
Volví a clase de Yoga
Me
My name is Lolita
And I'm, I'm not supposed to play with boys.
While tearing off, a game of golf,
I make a play for the caddy
But when I do, I
of my golf shirt
I'm not the one who was an old time punk rocker
I was listening to Rush and trying to feather my hair back
When all that stuff went
höllisch auf Kommerz
Jeder dreht sein Ding, egal ob groß oder klein
Trotzdem sind zu viele im Golf GTI Verein
Tausend Leute sausend, durch die City
on an AstroTurf plain
Peewee golf balls roll by my face
Golf tees hammered through my feet and my hands
Nailed as an example again
Tied down with fishing line
Rasta Flow
Eu to Ciclonado 12 mola mó chavão
Duas glock na cintura dois Neguim na contenção
Nova moda da pracinha acelerou meu coração de golf
porto i pop corn, Walt Disney
Firmo Lauro, Idol come Billy
No ma hai la Golf? No fra, é un golf cart
Oh ma la tipa tua ha un culo sembra un Bobcat
No
E meu chinelo havaiana
Já pisou no barro, já pisou no asfalto
Hoje eu piso no Golf Sportline
Hoje eu fumo do porp, kurk ou ice
Juntando muito
I hit, can’t cuff, no officer
I'm ignoring her
She think that she my boss or something
Check my arsenal
I swing like playing golf or something
She’s
box
Scappano dai cops
Sopra una gt golf
Aspettano il mio drop
Da dentro un ring in box
Scappano dai cops
Sopra una gt golf
Perché i miei sono crazy
to burn chasing kittens but to make them put
Would it be a blessing for our love to coerce
Where business deals are made
A day on the golf course
The grass
Kay' (Rico)
Zero o estoque lá da outlet
Ficando bonito ainda mais (Rico)
Não se assusta quando ver o pai com a bebê no Golf Sportline (Rico)
Dinheiro
Born in New Jersey
Bitch im boutta snap
No Sam JR with the motha fucking golf cap
Pussy talking shit im finna pull up with the gat
Run a train
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