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JESSE OWENS

Michel Jonasz

Les Hommes Sont Toujours des Enfants

2011

Je suis James Cleveland Owens Jesse Owens
C’est un homme qui court un homme noir qui court
James Cleveland Owens Jesse Owens
Un homme qui court plus

the fame, That shit get boring
High as hell like Rick James, in my Rick Owens
And they wanna see me fail, but I Keep growin' They like, six rich as Hell,

Rick James, my flow, Rick Owens, my ho
Ric Flair on these bitches, I won't go
I came here to glow
Bitch, I got that Pimp C in my Styrofoam
I'm too

Alright (Lyrics)
(Written by John Redmon, James Owens)
Performed by John Redmon feat. Da Clay

I don't care if you stay
Care less if you go
I can't

(dad)
Ice is as cold as Saskatchewan, got the sack on me
Back then she gave up on me, now in months she back on me (yeah, ay)
Rich like I'm Rick James

Mr. Bleach Chin

Vybz Kartel

Kartel Forever Trilogy

2013

1000 Million, Franklyn a fi mi dan
1000 Million, Pound, Sterling in hand
1000 Million Euro

Mi done meck entertainment report now
Mi waan meck Owen

Davis, Bellafante, Quincy Jones
Mahatma Gandhi, James Bar with Jesse Owens
Runnin' from a cop car, me and Akbar
I changed from a rock boy to a rock star

verme, falo num é de hoje
Nem são Jackie Daniels e eu sou Jessen Owens

Tipo James Baldwin eu não sou seu Nigger
Eu não sou seu plug, nego eu sou seu

bored

(Oh)
Shit changed
Rick Owen, Rick Flair, Rick James
Slick Rick, 6 chains, got many names
Too hot for your little fake eyes
Yellow diamonds and your

James und Ikon'n wie Rick Owens
Fick' alles, fick' sie Doggy, ja, ich fick' euch alle
Fick' jeden, der sich wünscht, dass ich tot umfalle

Got

From tha 734 to tha 412 
I'm nice on tracks Jesse Owens dude 
Hip hop got me makin  black and golden moves 
From tha Burgh to tha Deuce 
I call it

Issa race no finish line
Might call Owens in his prime
Always come up on a crime
If we run won't catch us this time
Everybody want nickel from ya

Yeah, and I stay clean
Hair slicked back, James Dean
Same dream since eighteen
Fuck fame I just wanna chase cream
Yeah, and I stay clean
Hair slicked

Punkstar shit, sono l'unico
Sono alla moda Rick Owens no Uniqlo
Vuoi testare me, devi essere stupido
Dice che è più fuori di me, ha preso un acido

To' los día' son wake and bake (brake)
Con las Vans y la skate
Ayer otra portada Vogue (bitch)
Louis V (Rick Owens, ah)
Le damo' banda a los fake

Don't get Ghost like James St. Patrick Swayze
Don't get Ghost like James St. Patrick Swayze

cdios I got go, pop em watch em topple slow
I Lock n

that holler 'bout "fuck me?"
Nah, fuck that bitch

(I train hoes, I'm a pimp, Trinidad Jame$ clothes)

Southside, ClayCo, that's where I'm from
I'm

Stacy's a milf
Oh, oh, oh, nigga
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, Dubstep

Ethan, Zach, Riley, uh, Owen's not here
Victor, Gianni, James, Laati
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa,

ass, huh, she passin' it out
I be VET-VET-VET-VETEMENTS from head to toe, even the sock
I got every Balenciaga boots, except for the Crocs
Rick Owens

Lookin' Exotic

Future

HNDRXX

2017

real, you lookin' exotic, no

Three rings on my left, I feel like King James
They see the way we represent, they see the way we get it
You can't be

that sideline luv you can play for my team
You can wear my jersey
You can hold my 30
Owen Brennan’s for brunch we making love early
Niggas good with

alright
The kids are not
The kids are not
The kids are not
The kids just aren't alright
Now Owen's had his head shaved
Cus his dad said he looked gay

sprouted)
Clappin' her cheeks from the back man I leave her astounded
Pairin' the Owens with Gucci and shit
I be saggin' my pants cause the bands lookin'

threw gang the alley-oop, I had to hit him on the screen
Right hand shoot like Abdul Jabaar Kareem
But I'm like LeBron James, I'ma up it for the team
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