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Messin' with them niggas from that fake crew that hates you But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece? Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones beach
now tell me I ain't a macaroni Jerome Jerome to Don Corleone Petey Petey the pussy beater I suck em, fuck em, send em home I gets my thug on, weekends I
home Home, home baby I'm home I'm home I'm home H.O.M.E I L.O.V.E All the kids back home they wanna be like me Bringing back the soul beats being on tv
bag now tell me I ain't a macaroni Jerome Jerome to Don Corleone Petey Petey the pussy beater I suck em, fuck em, send em home I gets my thug on,
get snuffed, 'cause I ain't said enough to pipe down I'll pipe down when the Wh- H- is wiped out When I see that little Ch- dyke get sniped out
get snuffed, 'cause I ain't said enough to pipe down I'll pipe down when the Wh- H- is wiped out When I see that little Ch- dyke get sniped out
too Fucking with the niggas from that fake crew that hate you But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece? Jerome s niece, on her way home from joes
too Fucking with the niggas from that fake crew that hate you But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece? Jerome s niece, on her way home from joes
Jerome Pina na matach i często finał mój widzi rabatak Ciągle gęsto w rymach to mi w endorfinach od dziecka pływa Na bębnach co chwila tu wbijam jak do
motherfucker one day" I was in the back, back seat of the bus before a bluetooth Got the boombox and a blunt, bootlegger deuce-deuce H on my crew, we get
Bam wit my bad ima make yo bed rock Lick it till you shiver then put a n**ga head... in a leglock Give a f**k... About what a b***h or a b***h n**ga
the great Blaza, Black N Mild every one of the late Every legend of the culture Still with us today Know we got to keep them all alive Yes Lord on Jerome got
for Texas, nigga Bitch, I hear ya talkin' You about that shit, then take that off Fake ass niggas gotta lay down Reppin' H-Town, now a nigga can't play
can’t cap us Jamming real hard lil nigga get your facts up Dat shit huff bro can’t match us And I got h20 get your jacks up Man man in da cut wit a big
les sauces italiennes, vole pas mes gnocchis Trois round et j'met ko ma teille de captain Rabat j'dis de la merde comme Jérôme Rothen Je veux me pinter
une game de volley Toutes du monde de ST-JÉROME yeah une belle gang de collés A soir on fait l'party Dans mousse j'vas m'énerver Flasher mon beau suit
J'ai encore fini dans l'bureau du directeur, y ma caught sur desmos pendant mon examen Shoutout Jerôme qui m'invitait toujours chez lui pour jouer au
Vroom Vroom C'est-C'est-C'est fou Jerome Pfff du wirst gesmoked Take dein Chance durch wirst gerollt Ich bin auf der Road serve all die Bows
like religion She taking it serious, no kidding Did you fuck Jerome Oh no, whoa, whoa, oh no, You just watched the vid in slow motion Pussy wetter than
lime trees and lemon trees Got 20 dirty bitches down on their knees Water, water, H2O No big screens, no HBO Tomato, tomato, potato, potato These
down on their knees Water, water, H2O no big screens, no HBO Tomato, tomato, potato, potato These hoes just won the fat boy lotto Hef, please let me use
Alan oder bang Werde ich verhaftet, sind die Straßen hier am brennen Denn ich vergess' nicht meine Heimat – Jerome Boateng, Boateng Das ist M-H, zu
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