Lyrics:
and you're a boxer
A Perfect match
A gun in holster
I'll take the punches so it's easier to sleep at night
You've got my back and won't let go
It's not
to retreat
You want to fight
For a reason
Wait til I spark
The match
Then it's guns out
And we're bled dry
Wait til I spark
THE MATCH
Open flayed
I won't take
burns, I'm not the one with the match, man
That gun is loaded, but it's not in my hand
Oh yeah, oh yeah-ah, that gun is loaded
I've seen it all before,
yngste nobelpristagaren genom tiderna!
Lennart:
Björn Borg var 15 när han vann sin första Davis Cup match!
Äsch! Göran...
Gun-Britt:
Lennart! Han
They lie in court and get nailed
And still Leonard Peltier goes off to jail
(the bullets don't match the gun)
Bury my heart at wounded knee
court and get nailed but still Leonard Peltier goes off to jail
The bullets don't match the gun!
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (an eighth
not around when I draw my gun
You light a match to my Winston
I've been known to be on my own
All you see is the lights on the road
You're running
my fifth album, ?bout to quit like rule
So go head and try it, see it just don't match
And ya man hate me, ?cause why?all just don't match
Got my
case a nigga wanna act up
Petite gun raps ain't even strong enough to match us
Machine gun 'blat' in case a nigga wanna act tough
Ain't nothin' like
to quit like Rule
So go head and try it, see it just don't match
And ya man hate me, 'cause why'all just don't match
Got my gun on me, and I could walk
no match for a gun
Well, there's a riot goin' on
Well, there's a riot goin' on
Well, there's a riot goin' on
'Cause it's student demonstration
no match for a gun
Well, there's a riot goin' on
Well, there's a riot goin' on
Well, there's a riot goin' on
'Cause it's student demonstration
around, turn it up a little louder
Hits me like a match setting of gun powder
Here you come back, blowing up my heart
Turning and tearing my world apart
ain't over till I've won
It ain't over till I put Gucci on my thumb
With a gold plaque
To match with my flare gun
Hit and run
Back to square one
Took
I'm just a ninja i bought this gun to match my gang side
I drop a song you wanna hate i throw some gang signs
I'm just a ninja i bought this gun
back foot baby, I'll be making ready
The calm before a summer storm
The trigger of a loaded gun
A match before the strike and burn set to explode
So
one can match
No guns are fully loaded
When you decide who's going
No trust is fully molded
When you decide who's going
Good luck
Good luck
Good luck
a snitch, cause I can't tell on my nigga
Tech, didn't match da gun, Woons(police) bout to let me go
Stuck wit da gun charge, violated my parole.
[Chorus] -
Trying to shake the bag so long can see the sun rising
To walk a mile in my shoes it's gone cost you 1 thousand
Blowing loud in the whip to match
match
My gun makes a racquet like tennis I serve it
Hit you with a hadouken and I finish him with a perfect
I got them aims that maim and blow out your
I get high as fuck yeah, you cant tell me nun'
My ho' fly as fuck yeah, walk around wit' a Gucci bun
My fit match my gun, yeah
(Let go)
This a stoleo
All black my fit, just to match my gun
Can't fuck nobody, new I ran out of trust
I ran out of love, now I'm fuckin' this badass bitch with only lust
down some shit just can't be rushed
Everybody say I'm living large, this shit was tough
Why I match my gun with the fits
Flyer than a falcon named
Hook - gotta gold heart let's light the match let's see the spark. Gun so old it won't start.
Money coming in it's all part. 13 plays in Harrisburg
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