Lyrics:
his boots
And combed his dark hair down
And his mother cried as he walked out
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't
his boots
And combed his dark hair down
And his mother cried as he walked out
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't
his boots
And combed his dark hair down
And his mother cried as he walked out
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't
boots
And combed his dark hair down
And his mother cried as he walked out
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your
Comme je l’ai dit à mon fils
Coyote Bill est un métis
Né d’un chef abénaquis
Et d’la femme d’on sait pas qui
C’est écrit dans son profil… Coyote Bill
hacen promo)
Solo falto al respeto a los opps y a la popo (Ah)
Mi objetivo tengo en la mirilla, son los bills (Clean, nium)
Mi corona la forjé yo mismo,
Who am I?
Do you ever think of this complicated question before?
Why I cannot be you or the son of Bill Gate?
Why do I need to be at here after
I sold my soul for the second time
'Cause the land, it don't pay me
I begged my landlord for some more time
He said "Son, the bills waiting"
My
I sold my soul for the second time
'Cause the land, it don't pay me
I begged my landlord for some more time
He said "Son, the bills waiting"
My
crépite
Tout nouveau son et ce son est atypique
Bills sur le dos comme si j'tai Emile
Tomber in love avk les mimics
C'est Wang ou Palace, que des stars
his boots
And combed his dark hair down
And his mother cried as he walked out
"Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take
Son, they gotta pay the funeral home bill, we'll bill 'em
Take the trash out, take the mask out
Take the gloves out, fuck it, take the snubs out
de mi pecho se paran
Inquebrantable, no me separan
Solo comparan
Solo hablan de mas
Haciendo drill
Acomodo los bills
Son todos de mil
Los que voy
boots and combed his dark hair down
And his mother cried as he walked out
Don't take your guns to town son leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your
swój a matka płacząc rzecze mu
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town
Matko droga nie martw się co
you'll treat her right ('cause)
'Cause Grandpa's the local sheriff
Yeah he's the judge and the jury too
Uncle Bill's the undertaker, Son
He'll dig a hole
Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill?
Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill?
He went out hunting with his
and gun
In case of accidents he always took his mom
He's the all-American bullet-headed Saxon mother's son
All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow Bill
What
his boots
And combed his dark hair down
And his mother cried as he walked out
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't
they coming with they hands out but Good for nothing?
Even when my fam was full we had to act Hungry
Couldn't switch up on my sons like I'm bill
his boots
And combed his dark hair down
And his mother cried as he walked out
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't
his boots
And combed his dark hair down
And his mother cried as he walked out
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't
That
Ain't my son diaper bill
I'm rich in real life
Soon as I get off the site
She gon' fuck me and put me to
Sleep when she get off of work
I'ma pay her
You can be the victim but you don't have a case son
Dolla Bill Da Last Man bitch get out my face son
Ima talk my shit is you gone let me talk my shit
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