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Ouhouh ouhouhouh ouais ! Même si on n'a pas de thune on s'fait grave plaisir ouais on s'fait grave plaisir Viens on s'arrache sur la lune avec grand
at the Henry's saloon Let yourself loose & free in Fish River Grand Prix Long nights, breathe in the sights Breathe in the fumes and all of your sighs Slow down
Whisky sec au fond du saloon Et je m’enflamme, je carbure à l’octane Danse avec moi, passe entre les gouttes Comme à Marseille ça joue de la guitare
needed no advance Couple mans that owe me bands When u flex, that's my couple grand Hit my line or I'ma come for you man All I want is extra All I need is
Oh uh ohh ohh ohh Yeah You know I'm an extra guy No dey touch ground cuz I'm extra fly We be balling like we on that extra life And the shawtie wey I
Bij Merie in de saloon Kun je eten voor je poen Kogels vliegen in 't rond Lijken op de grond Pijltjes met wat slangengif Schieten door je
I'm back, I'm on my Dip set shit 20 30 grand in one pocket, foreign car outside Living life fast, you niggaz need to catch up, slow pokes NYC here we
of the time she stares at the ceiling but for a little extra she can fake the feeling In a rented room up above Jake's saloon Sometimes at night in a rare
Dog shit, I shit you not You bring that larceny Danger or harm around me Dog shit, listen to me good We the grand goons You just a lickle nickel dime
Extra-lucide, ex-extra-lucide Extra-lucide, ex-extra-lucide For ever, and ever-ever, and ever-ever J'écris l'amour dans les ténèbres comme De La Tour
grand coup d'éclat. Cette histoire commence à quelques heures de cheval de Santa Maria del Barrio Bien au chaud dans la cachette, un cigare du whisky des
Shawty said she wanna grand Handed ha the extra band I let her know this that dog shit Shawty said she wanna grand Handed ha the extra band I let her
tête Mi navé l'espoir de devenir un grand vedette Mi lé bad avec des mélodies Aujourd'hui mi fracasse et gars Ma fini fait le grand voyage Depuis
Ring ring pon the hands free Piff ting called Ashanti I zing zing like the Grand Prix She fling fling off the panties, oh And them tings extra
Im thumbing through these bands I might need extra hands remember touching a grand now I need more grams cooking food like its yams, boom boom boom
But my Malcolm X is extra’d out like a Crip yelling his hood out when he fighting I never seen a key, all I seen was a triton I’m always kicking up dust
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But I dedicate this song to all of them I've sung with the best and I've had it all I've gone from neighborhood saloons to Carnegie Hall I've been
darn life is a son-of-a-bitch We write these tunes to lighten the mood Like in the saloon with lots of food Cards in our hands, we're making plans To get
me wings, oh, he gives me wings I ain't no grand piano I play a little out of tune I spent all of my glory days in a honky-tonk saloon Now I'm
salon Grâce aux ancêtres j’peux peter dans un saloon Un negro sérieux qui ne veut plus salir La tête du sage Mais l’instinct d’un grand salop Si ça se
d’or Répétait grand maman en soupirant très fort Dans les saloons c’était du sport Tandis qu’dans vos surboumes je suis sure qu’on s’endort Ne
Dipset, I'm back I'm on my Dipset shit nigga 20, 30 grand in one pocket Foreign car outside, livin' life fast You niggaz need to catch up, slow-pokes
show 'em what soldier mean The grand exquisite imperial wizard or is it The RZArector come to pay your ass a visit Local bio-chemical, universal
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