Lyrics:
eah (hey)
Jaws (Jaws)
Lee (yeah), Lee, Lee (Lee)
Yeah (yeah)
Jaws
Ramène ton cellulaire, au concert, fais la lumière?(yeah)
Rappelle-toi,?dans le
LEE MARVIN'S UZI
IT WAS MORNING
HOTTER THAN HELL
KNOCKED ON THE DOOR
HEARD A VOICE THAT I KNEW SO WELL
SAW IT OUT THE CORNER MY EYE LIKE IT WAS
been doin' what you want you just been doin' what your told
You need to free your mind and get more pleasure from your days
You need to leave Marvin Lee
shot to the chest made Marvin lose fluids
April 1st he died on the spot
The scene was so horrific
How a father could kill his own son
Defines wicked
est pez, ouh
T'as pas vu qu'j'allai tout ken
Son pull up comme hadouken, yeah, ouh
Que des Lee qui font les backs
J'encaisse un salaire d'usine
and
Do something, nigga)
Right, good good, that's me right there, aiyo you, everybody come out
All you gotta do is just come with the bricks, son
I got
Éjfél után pezsgő a kádban
Minden nap más hotelszobában
Azt hitted így kezdődik el
De nála így ér véget
Lee Marvin, Lee Marvin
Rádmozdul
I was starvin’ (Starvin’)
‘Til I got the juice
And now I’m groovin’ like I’m Marvin (Like I’m Marvin)
Till I started huntin’ for the green
Man I’m
taking experiments
Just for fun
I Over analyze
Then I get shit done
If I make a hit list
Check em all off son
They Call Me Marvin
I'm coming back from
the ghetto park reverends (peace god)
Lee patches got snatched, d's in the hatchback
With ease, nigga, pass that
Bennetton bag ( ? )
Niggas like, "Son, you
Bitch
Get out the way quitate del camino
Me llaman John Gotti el nuevo Gambino
Todo mi combi son puro asesino
Porque en tooo los beats matamo tu
Bruce Lee! Ouais, ouais
Yah, yah
Ça voit un beau boule direct ça baisse la vitre
En Clio 3 au rond-point d'David
Le son à fond, ça s'en fout
teller to
Holla and hit the throttle
Son and our key ( anarchy )
Will not be
To copy
Chris Wallace and Pac
Up in the lobby
More Black Men gunned down
Oh
the throttle
Son and our key ( anarchy )
Will not be
To copy
Chris Wallace and Pac
Up in the lobby
More Black Men gunned down
Oh this cannot be!
Who shot JMJ
Nip
son don't accept them type of phone calls"
I can't come out tonight, my Bic lighter don't light
I heard you and K-Ci in the background
I'm screamin
We do it for fun
We just do it for fun
Dirty E.A.T, we do it for fun
Bad Boy (Nelly, Diddy, Murphy Lee)
We do it for fun (This is history baby)
Bend
Los dioses de Marvin
llaman a Miranda
moldes de la bestia son.
Obsesionados con
el final perfecto
multiplicate tal vez
Inclinate de esta forma
and slaughter with it
If you know a penny paid
Then get it the harder way
I don't know why rappers don't give me gifts
On Father's Day
My son get out of line
starvin', like Marvin
We pull up with the carbon
Handicap crib been retarded
Maxo, Greedo, nothin' like you artists
Bang and then rob it
Excuse me, bitch
Ponte
Ela adora quando eu coloco Marvin Gaye
Ela adora quando eu coloco Marvin Gaye
Verso 1
Ela sabe que eu sou molwene
Se entro em acção mando
One... (no!)... Two... Three (no!) One, Two, Three (ow!)
Prozac - you know I'm not crazy son, take this tip
Hold this cigarette over your mouth
and slaughter with it
If you know a penny paid
Then get it the harder way
I don't know why rappers don't give me gifts
On Father's Day
My son get out of line
and slaughter with it
If you know a penny paid
Then get it the harder way
I don't know why rappers don't give me gifts
On Father's Day
My son get out of line
the berry t-the blacker the berry
The blacker the blacker the blacker the blacker
[Chevy P aka Smoke]
I ain't have Marvin Gaye to sing to me
And make me feel
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