Lyrics:
Niggaz clout chasing just to get a rep
I get respect, every hood I'm in keep me widely blessed
That's on the set, Stafford white tees and some Nike
Pala je i sad je iPod
Maloj ti zabijam ko Rashford
Imam svoje njuške - Stafford
Skeniro sam malu ko barkod
Odmah probijem joj password
Kombinacija je bar
ihr kein Passport, nein (oh nein)
Wenn ich komm' und dich der Stafford beißt (er beißt)
Rapper fliegen einmal um die Welt (Egotrip)
Aber suchen
the pound and it's pressure
She call me saint cause I bless her
And none of them niggas don't matter
I got a lil bitch off in Stafford
I got a lil bitch
Stafford
Swear I was signed to the trap
And that was way before rapping
Texaco keep going up
He must be serving the attics
Like I work for UPS
I was just
it in her like I'm Stafford off my back man I'm ruthless
I just had to dub that little thot no time for losing
She like boy who you think you is?
I
Stafford wake up
Back on my bullshit
Look look
I drove the Venue to the venue
Rad dude on an instrumental going cashews
Cash rules nothing in my life
Python-Lederhäuten
Wir gehen auf eure Toten so wie Friedhofsgräberkreuze
Molotov-Cocktails auf Rap-Konzerten
Du wirst das Abendessen meiner Staffords werden
talking bout Bieber
Like Stafford to Johnson I feed my receivers
My bih looking bad like Melina
We finna disappear like we John Cena
Thumbs down on the gas,
rammed yo bitch nigga I'm Matthew Stafford
Died tryna stand up now that's the last laugh
It's been a drought on the water it's like the last bath
Yea
on your way to Stafford in UK
I know it's too late to say I'm fond of you
You've got a girl from Singapore
Who you didn't like before
I love you when you no
a pet prawn called
Simon - you wouldn't call him
A loony! Furthermore Dawn
Palethorpe, the lady show jumper, had
A clam called Stafford, after the
Late
Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam Stafford
Chorus:
Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John's gonna beat you, beneath the shinin' sun.
Long
Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam Stafford
As it fell out on a cold winter day, the drops of rain did fall.
Our Savior asked leave of his mother, Mary, if
the Ripper and Upton Park
Gracie, Cilla, Maxy Miller, Petula Clark
Winkles, Woodbines, Walnut Whips
Vera Lynn and Stafford Cripps
Lady Chatterley, Muffin
before my X like Mexican
Then I can invest in the love, Lee Stafford did
It's all about intelligence, movin' Mount Everest
Without ever sweatin', it's
storming in Stafford and everyone's soaked
You know what they say about girls who smoke
bastard
I'm a member of some gold and platinum plaques
I ain't lyin', Matt Stafford
The bag snatcher, last laugher, ass slapper
Pressed a couple whack
roved out
And in the Post Office they nobly did show
How a handful of heroes
Could outfight the foe
To Stafford and jails transported they were
These goes a horse, horses for courses, nah more like corpses on corners,
And Stafford shire Bull Terriers and late night crawlers,
Police carry guns
The pain I feel is yours and mine
But we still shine, we still shine
Stafford, Perkins, Public, or private
Can't tell who's who but they got their hand in
Stafford nigga, watch how I ball out
How you niggas letting shots off nigga, if you ain't go all out
Every time you niggas say you need the plug, shit who do
the Stafford kid
Skirt too fast might crash the whip
Whip too hard might wreck the boat
She like one wrist Rose golden
Other one frozen
You know it’s
Window
fumo disteso sopra ad un sofà
Col sogno di mettere in piedi una SPA
Duro a morire, Ed Stafford
Tu salti in aria, Pearl Harbour
Taglio come un Motorola
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