Lyrics:
crackers livin' good, that ain't what my stomach say Every slutty you-G-A who daddy pay they way Wanted me to stay and play, well Betty gotta pay to lay I
Hondo you-G-A Original freight hater RibOne, AB 63 Cope Two, still showin versatility Peace to Don P and 168 Tracy I was a young kid, watchin
ndjala wè bébé Mè voho mbè wo kuara mè Mè ndjala wè bébé Tinè wè lila mè tchièssè wè antchia Wa youga maha bari na douga wè ni Mè ndjala wè wo ndaou mbri
Mars, the Roka you-ga movin with, HotelMotel is like-ga aera 51 where (Verse) Now that we're all alone, oh yeah. Oh yeah. You need to unplug the phone so
Koul français ou youga ta gaga taga taga Darbou tara tara tara 3adi tanmoute ana 3ade ymoute rap Khalasse tanane tanane tanane bach nclashic tanta ou
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