Lyrics:
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Ouh, Shiet. A todas tus mentiras les tenemos bouchet, Pussy
No creen, que la mente la tengo siempre al cien, baby.
Ouh, Shiet. A todas tus mentiras
crusade
Venereal, flu, A.I.D.S.
I'm sick
I'm too paid
I'm rich
I will flower a chicken like a bouchet
I'm sentimental
End up with your dental
Loose cave
find me a new wave
But this H2O got me Bobby like Bouchet
Through all this I did learn though
I can live life the way I want to
It’s not what you do it’s
you're back again.
I took you out
Nothing left to say
Holding this bouchet
Getting in the way
THE SUN IS GOING DOWN
All this patience
Waiting (Wasted)
like im bobby bouchet
We gone kill em off go and Send that boy a bouqet
I was in her mouth yeah sumn Like a tooth ache
Like a tootache
Or some tooth
crystals
U make covers for these issues
Bobby bouchet how im hitting
In the booth right now
With chicken on me
Better get ya homie
Got Glocks with switches
c'qu'ils disent à leurs frères
Tout dans le détail
Technique est le bail
Si tu n'es pas d'taille
André Bouchet est ton alias (alias)
Hyper sensible
N'essaie
Parigi fino a cinecittà
Antonelli, Bouchet, godard
Il mare che ascolta
Sabrina che canta
Sapore 80
Edvige che si spoglia
E non sento più nessuno
E non
come un bouchet
(Cheee)
Vorrei avere cose in cambio per quello che ho dato
Ma finora ho avuto solo dosi di mercato
Se vuoi uscire stai tra i cacciatori
Write & sing & write & sing & write & sing again!
Become stardust
Feel it all the way through
Bathe in alicante bouchet rosé
Fall in love and let it
di Camus
Col viso pitturato e il suo video musicale in tv
Lei sembrava la Bouchet in Don't Torture a Duckling
Con quegli occhi son volati via i miei
to Bouchet, I ain't go to Powell
Me and shawty fuck, we was running wild
And big bro just beat two bodies
Still ain't shit then get you bodied
And I got
ran Bouchet, ain't fuck with Powell
That was grade school by the way, we been them niggas all this time
Actin' East headed for the rap, damn near
Piaget
Ol Mama said headass like Bobby Bouchet
But look, let me switch the vibe we gotta end this on a high note
This beat is super crazy imma need it
Jackson bout' to rip shit (Okay)
Been knew I was lit
Since Bouchet gifted (You went to Bryn Mawr? Aye!)
I knew my momma was right (Veelo)
When nobody would
I'm hot, better get some water
Boy, to Bobby Bouchet, bang!
Karma always comin' out like a boomerang
Ya'll makin' songs and sayin' nuttin'
Like it's
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