Search results for 'Queen Zine'

the girlfriend queen with a punk rock zine
Your nose ring made me feel alive
I wish things could be different
My dad thinks you're an immigrant
You're anarchy's

taquine, t'es mon joyaux, t'es ma vie, ouais t'es ma queen
À trop être parano ouais je m'abîme, mon bébé ouais je m'abîme-bîme
Wesh alors la zine, wesh

Late night calls like hi miss thing
Brought you out to Queens for the ride miss thing
All up on my mind like why this thing, why this thing?
Kidnapped

off a bean
Well niggas I'm off the weed
Poppin bars make me mean
Poppin bars, sippin lean
Mixing sprite and the zine
All you niggas actin crazy
Grown

Yikes
YFN
Every time you hear my music

I need blue hunnids when I hit the scene (scene)
Don't need twenty models from the magazines (zines

on the floor and
More in the front seat
The stuff in the trunk is
Just drugs and punk zines
No I've never driven and yes
Death becomes me
Hail the king, hail

Gotta Have It

Twista

The B. Coming

2005

and do the thing
You ain't got that, I'm in the crib fixin my bricks
Style back, that's the method-zine
About to get your four stressed 
So I can whip

Gotta Have It

Twista

The B. Coming [Clean]

2005

stacks, Crakk come to the club and do the thing
You ain't got that, I'm in the crib fixin' my bricks
Style back, that's the method-zine
About to get your

bapheke ba kline bageze abantwana before baye emsebenzini
Ode to the fat black numbian queens of africa's ghettos ingulube zemjondolo eziphila amashifts

vai custa caro

e se não gosto 
lhe trago mohamed ali 
que se não der na rima
nois vai resolver no braço

Brigando por espaço 
São kings e Queens 
E

void that I leave is red
Forget the Zine part just approach me as shed
Running up M but I forgot to tread
These niggas quoting old shit I been said
Like

queen
Vlone my jeans
Glock a machine
Promethazine (zine, promethazine, promethazine, PROMETHAZIIINE)

Aye, ayo let me get some ice in that lean
Ice in

a star now
Why you acting phoney why you call now
Trippin over shit i know none bout

Alexander turned my girl to a queen
Shorty so bad she should cover

Myself, and Irene

With Jim Carrey muggin' in every scene
Rene Zelwegger is now our Queen
The Farrelly Brothers mastered the silver screen
With Me, Myself,

killing
All the cats and players and the queens
We just wanna swing but postmodernism is found in all the zines
(What does that even mean?)
I don't really

usseîndré wadzi
Gyal waja tsonga ra triwa hagnoni
N'tsaha ri ziné ta richouké mwétsi
Baby gyal ntso heindréssa maouri gari
My baby gyal wine up
Trongo zy

Girls on the cover magazines, 'zines
When I'm in the Limousine, 'sine
La vida loca, kings and queens, queens
Omo omo, no be beans, beans
Scenes

to the studio, I'm dressed like Harley Queen
I don't want no picture, give a fuck about your 'zine
Snitches gettin' Christian, hope you rat up on your team
Tell

the park
We was voguing by the pier
Paris burning full of Queens
Hit the Village every year
Rollin' now to the rave
Village Voice, six page
I was