Lyrics:
Marching-marching-
King george's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.
They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his
the cost to be a boss
Keep a glock twenty seven
Eddie George
I put that pep when I walk
I got that jazz in my voice when I talk
And I'm catching bombs
Like
a change
It’s long over due from the centuries of pain
Systematic racism played a part
The murder of George Floyd Ignited the spark
Of a smoldering fire
doin' tricks
Nighttime prostitute kid, I'ma take your loot
I heard you queer now like Boy George blowin' flutes
With high heels, you stole your mom's
kids on the street
Killing George Floyd suffocated from a knee
Breonna Taylor was shot in her own home
The many more who had to die scared and alone
We
to fill you up with some slugs
RIP to Breonna Taylor, George Floyd, Alfred Wright, James Bryd
God bless all of the families who have been victims
Stevie can't miss 'em clip 'em off at the tip
Me flossin' proprietorship
Kudos, from one Alfred, two Bills, white collars, bald heads,
Wingtips over
[BERONZ]
Benvenuto/a e viaggi e sembri un certo Lucas George
Non mi tengo mano chiusa e tutti zitti
è un pugno nel culo spada nella roccia
Doccia di
person when dey rake
Survival mode
I ain't really use to taking breaks
George of the jungle I'm so part of the Apes
Some girls only get flowers
When they
rule don’t fuck with no coward niggas
And I’m Batman you barely Alfred nigga
Been getting headaches so much frequent now
The music’s so loud I can see
doin' tricks
Nighttime prostitute kid, I'ma take your loot
I heard you queer now like Boy George blowin' flutes
With high heels, you stole your mom's
On ne badine pas avec l'amour
Mais on a tant rigolé en s'embrassant
Tu détestes Alfred de Musset
Mais tu me traites exactement comme George Sand
Tu
seh' ich nicht grad aus wie Arnold Mitteregger
„Ich führe“, sagte sie, das klang wie Alfred Dregger
Meine Lola
L-O-L-A, Lola
Ich bin ja ziemlich
seh' ich nicht grad aus wie Arnold Mitteregger
„Ich führe“, sagte sie, das klang wie Alfred Dregger
Meine Lola
L-O-L-A, Lola
Ich bin ja ziemlich
la Sablière, Alfred De Musset
Passe le Salam aux cités de Villeneuve Le Roi,
Saint-Georges ou Bonneuil
Joues pas l'Américain les mecs verront toujours
j'buvais une potion hors norme
Pendant qu'mon pote George me rappait ses nouveaux textes
Chez nous on communique avec des 4x4
Tranquille, pendant qu'Alpha
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