Lyrics:
George Young questo è il nome
George Young questo è il nome
Dalle palazzine allo studio
si dalle panche di questa città fino a prendermi tutto si fino
What would young George say
If he saw the life I lead
Would a smile grace his face
Would he fall down to his knees
What would young George say
would
we were kids, when we were young
George: Things seemed so perfect, you know
George: The days were endless, we were crazy, we were young
George
While I drive a foreign car girl from Indonesia
I'm a real one like George young
Said I'm a real one like George Young
State line more state lines
I
how many tapes will it take for us to pop, to the top
Cause I'm TRU to this
No Limit, my click we ain't new to this
King George, Young Silkk,
Okay last time, this is drugs
This is your brain on drugs
Any questions?
Welcome home George Young (RIP McBride)
The real Boston George
It's that
Okay last time, this is drugs
This is your brain on drugs
Any questions?
Welcome home George Young (RIP McBride)
The real Boston George
It's that
And the money come out
Girls rush in heels
I was on High, no lie
Got fried like the Eddie George Grill
Young n Straight killas
I seen off of shady lane nicca
Came
HMM HMMM
sure!!!
yea you got what you give me
sure YOUNG GEORGE
yea you have nothing given
sure YOUNG GEORGE ahy
YOUNG GEORGE gonn pull up
mouth game serious
Whatcha you say?
Flipping them pies, nigga I'm on it
I'm gotti george young of the game nigga
Who want it? a plug like Sosa
hard we leave them whores numb
The more I come, Kweli, I'm bout to blow like George Young
I'm the Don Cheadle of rap, dope like arms and needles of crack
gets crazy
The killas increase, he fell, but maybe a little bit
The Mediene Cartel would fail, Diego his horse, with George Young
Yo, will argue over
will fail
Diego his horse, with George Young
Yo, will argue over large sales, hittin' Cuba with lumps, yeah
Call them niggas drug barons, eighty
ST. LOUIS
WRITERS HARRY VANDA, GEORGE YOUNG
Louie, Louie, Louie, Louie ... Countrymen, friends, lend me your ears, I'll tell you a tale of 15 years,
ST. LOUIS
WRITERS HARRY VANDA, GEORGE YOUNG
Louie, Louie, Louie, Louie ... Countrymen, friends, lend me your ears, I'll tell you a tale of 15 years,
Trigger finger in the air for this, I
Met the plug, and his wife had sex with me
George Young in the 1970's
I had to make a flip
I had to flip me
like George Young is another
I was a born star but did nothing, got too bored once, did the drug thing
Endured too long, it got ugly, had kids too young
Extras
Was goldene Visa flow für Euros in lila
Euros in gelb george Young, roll Blunts
Jaa es läuft wie von selbst fick die Welt
Dikka fick was dich ficken
Aaaahw me heve listå litt
Klikk klikk eller bli Pistol wiped
Hundre prosent missil dick!
Som george young på någe disco shit
På någe disko shit
Tove
They be actin' like we all one
Askin' me for my heart, now they all dumb
I remember what that wife did to George young
She was with that nigga till that
You start from the top
Yeah, with the motherfucking mighty George Young
Let's go
Supreme jeans, bitch, Moncler glasses
Stickin' the jeans, bitch,
shit?
Walking dead, angels spend their last days by me,
New Jersey Giant like Dave Tyree,
Young George or Jonathan Chat,
Your guns clap,
Mine will go
my shade too dark
I love myself, I no longer need Cupid
Enforcin' my dark side like a young George Lucas
Light don't mean you smart, bein' dark
Prince Charming
She love to rock my mic, she say there's nothing like performing
Man, I'm in love with her grill, George Foreman
Forewarning, Young
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