Lyrics:
sleep 'cause you're little Cindy Lou Who
Down with the hurrah since the raising hell tour
Just listen to his cuts there's no reason to tell more
Cindy
sleep 'cause you're little Cindy Lou Who
Down with the hurrah since the raising hell tour
Just listen to his cuts there's no reason to tell more
Cindy
We on a world tour with Muhammad, my man
Going each and every place with the mic in their hand
New York, NJ, NC, VA
We on a world tour with
We on a world tour with Muhammad, my man
Going each and every place with the mic in their hand
New York, NJ, NC, VA
We on a world tour with
the houaeoazeiouse
Mark: Wee! Hey, you know what, hang on
I wanna make this like a big golf -
Tom: (burp) Excuse me! Mark: Excuse Tom
Tom: Sorry mark: I wanna make
I go on foreign tours
I go on foreign tours
I been around the world
You know what that mean
I get bitches bitches bitches bitches bitches
I get
on the cover Forbes
S.Wav sold out surf the world world tours
Racing in that Lamborghini Aventador
Stocked up this year S.Wav got a lot in store
I own all my
girlfriend wet like wrinkled clothes
Rock star like, money, drugs, freaky hos
World tours, walkthroughs and T.V. shows
My hair's out (Hey!)
No Shirt (Hey!)
Trust me I know nothing
Me I am just me, I'm nobody
Buh these people dem no love me
And dem be who I wanna tour the whole world with
I love them with
would Willie do, well he'd travel so far with nothing but a song and his old guitar
And a tour bus and some semi-trucks, thirty crew men and a little bit
a Guitar Hero hero, hey that's me
Beating Call of Duty doesn't mean your aim is good
Beating Wii Golf doesn't make you Tiger Woods
Beating Apples
High speed chase I'm on him, I do my cardio
Shoot him while the whip's still
Spinnin' it's Super Mario
Fuck it I'ma remix it
I ain't never backed down
Crackhouse[00:04.40]World Tour[00:09.38]They tryna get rich with the kid, I do the plug walk[00:11.66]Ain't never seen no nigga like me, Tiger Woods
terre
Clochard
Laissez la prod partir (sah) que d'la bombe à chaque tour
Que d'la bonne, achata
LZ, 667, pas de bachata
RTT, Saturne, pelo rien qu'ça
should start with my first point
Started out selling weed in the shake joint
I went from nothing to playing on a world tour
When I could [?] Bankhead
Put her legs back while I'm choking her out digging deep in her
I got this bitch in a trance
Now I'm on tour like it's the Beatles
It's beautiful
the world
Open your eyes 'til your back hurt
Niggas get bread and won't leave
Shit is backwards
Start with your feet, then a car
Then an airport get out your
people
If truth be told, Donald is a terrorist
Reasons why the world's got a problem with Americans
The fuck is goin' on? People just passed
A mass
money
All I do is grind (Ayy)
Play shows and chill with honeys
All I do is shine (Ayy)
Tour the world, ain't it funny?
I'm one of a kind (Ayy) yeah, uh,
and get on a plane
Yeah last year out with Bad Bunny, world/s hottest tour, when my whole life changed
So every day I ain’t gotta complain, I learned how
der deutschen Bahn
Und meine Mutter weinte, als ich ihr den Koffer mit den zehntausend Euro gab
Wir fuhren zu fünft in Elvirs Golf zu Jams im Osten
its Mario Golf
Get your cardio up
Or put tar in your lungs
Before you're dead in the dirt
You've gotta try to have fun
Mama only wants the best for her
sure
Think I'm more pitty girl ummm
Had bet that she murdered everyone except
That wasn’t meant to be
She made the cause the extinction
Of half the world
today!
A bull market running an Olympic race
In the ghettos, upon the hills
The real Rio, not just a funhouse of the world
From brothels to the golf
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