Lyrics:
zici că-s Mob
Ești un idiot, nu te mai da Bruce Lee
Paul T și Nakee, știi și tu ne merge bine
Combinații, altercații, nu vorbesc de amfetamine
Zici că
mmeri
Onye iro apughi iri otito na ndu mu o
Lee Paul na Silas ha ji Ibu abu nwe mmeri
Jehova nye ha mmeri
Jesus wee nye ha mmeri
Nime ndu nile agam n'eto
Tracy Written by Lee Pockriss, Paul Vance
Ba ba, ba ba ba baBa ba ba baBa ba ba ba, ba ba ba
Tracy, when I'm with youSomething you doBounces me off
Eliot, Maxime, Lee, Pierre, Paul, Jacques
Dylan, Brandon et Isaac
Albert, Simon et Dieudonné
Elles s’appellent Coline ou Faustine
Sarah, Laurédane ou
PARADISE
Lyrics fim lee . paul wong .Compose paul wong . Vocal paul wang.
Alone, drowning in the sea
The voice of silence soon will set me free
(Facts)
Rappers zijn pussies, veel Musti's (Yikes)
Zeg ze broer please, stunt hard, Bruce Lee
Ik win als Jake Paul in de boxring (Tell 'em)
Ga niet slapen
Russell Lee]
Yeaaaaaaah...Ohhhhhhh
[Lucky Talking]
Yeah they know what time it is..
Russel Lee in here with Happy P..
Paul Wall and Chamillionaire..
[Russell Lee]
Yeaaaaaaah...Ohhhhhhh
[Lucky Talking]
Yeah they know what time it is..
Russel Lee in here with Happy P..
Paul Wall
Bruce Lee, Bruce Lee, Bruce Lee
Hokuto de cuisine, j'ai le flow Bruce Lee
Bruce Lee, Bruce Lee, Bruce Lee
Hokuto de cuisine, j'ai le flow Bruce
main dame slurpin'
All my damn chains bling
Cookie kickin', Liu Kang
Bruce Lee, Tsung Shang
John Wic, John Wayne
Elliot Nick no Johnny Dang
Look
on that South Lee, with Big Mix and my boy Lil' Heat
Where's the drank I'm runnin' low, Cabbage Head told me it's a drought
But not to worry dough never
Russ is loading pallets right now
Shop 40, I fuck wit Matt, Gary and Cal
I jus met Lee, he’s so jolly
I couldn’t tell him Ants in Holly
Mad I hear they
Come on
We back baby
Swishahouse, T.F.
Mr. Lee, P. Wall
I got the screw tape playin' in the deck, so I drive slowly (slow)
Got them swangers
where ya at
It's Paul Wall
I'm 23 and I'm on top of my game
I'm in a CaddiLincoln on swang with a fist-full of grain
5900 South Lee, boys hustlin' stain
[Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Yeah, yo Cain (what up nigga)
Why wouldn't these bitches love us nigga?
Why wouldn't these niggas hate us huh?
(Why
[Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Yeah, yo Cain (what up nigga)
Why wouldn't these bitches love us nigga?
Why wouldn't these niggas hate us huh?
(Why
[Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Yeah, yo Cain (what up nigga)
Why wouldn't these bitches love us nigga?
Why wouldn't these niggas hate us huh?
(Why
check the ice on the neck
You disrespect we put a price on your neck, watch your mouth
I'm on that South Lee, 8900 block
I hustle nonstop, to earn
[Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Yeah, yo Cain (what up nigga)
Why wouldn't these bitches love us nigga?
Why wouldn't these niggas hate us huh?
(Why
Paul met me
to get over his Lee
and now to get over him
So I got under Tim
on this Merry-go-round
what I need is solid ground
I had to be with him
ain't the only thing that I'm gripping
Boys jacking with these tow trucks, thinking they slick
But take a trip to South Lee, and end up in a ditch
Similarity ends there he'd never fuck a baby
Just ask Lee, Lisa, Faye and Claire
My mate Paul was so embarrassed
He went online to apologise
But when I saw
ain't the only thing that I'm gripping
Boys jacking with these tow trucks, thinking they slick
But take a trip to South Lee, and end up in a ditch
Cápsulas de fé, cafeína
Bala e rita lee, ritalina
Séries de anti-heróis, heroína
Álcool puro, alcorão
E o palco ainda é pouco
Imagina
Sexo, sexo e
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