Lyrics:
1150 on dior it didn't hurt a bit Pretty ass A.R. came with the cooling kit 1150 on dior it didn't hurt a bit Pretty ass A.R. came with the cooling
Mafia wack both of the brothers made 'em popular Only smoke we ducking is the white boys with binoculars I get close enough to let this A.R. stand
quer saber da onde vem fiel são 15 A.r. babys cromados lá de Israel um axé pro mano brown estraçalha que nem papel A.r. babys cromados lá de Israel
energy Lookin out for my enemies, can’t let em get to me Brand new A.R. got a kick on it, looking just like me with the dick on it I’m the realist nigga in
Niggas be talking crazy but they know they not gon' take nothing A.R. With the fifty, you know that it's bound to shake something Slide with the gang
I got man A.R. with me Y'all know him as J.R. but I call him A.R. Cuz the boy'll air ya out in 4 seconds B Ay yo Writer, let's go Funk Flex, Writer's
A.R. a gold digger it want a rapper brain Late nights make a nigga go insane Smoking gas tryna elevate my brain You left me heart broken, i'll never
rather pray ya flip your truck A.R. fire rapid never quick to duck Yow wah we know B.T, some friends ah move sneaky So me grass dem low so when snakes dem
stress That which is above Is from that which is below There you go Easy so? Yes, Sir Now ya know A.R. drop them heavy bars Keep thoughts moving like
See you clutching lets go face to facing I might pull up hop out and start chasing We having mo guns then the Navy Drako the Carbon A.R. the Glock I
Darling I'm a bitch You forgot it Darling you're an asshole You forgot it Hands up with the DJ Come on Trust me Where's my friend A.R. I forgot her I forgot
A.R. knock the passanger into the backseat- A.R. speak on my behalf i dont rap beef- My hooligan will do you badly cant do it tacky- But if he go to jail
Skrt Gravedad Gravedad Marduk A.R. Beats El Killah Bwoy Original en el área Bruno Ramos Pide más ¡Pide más! (¡Dale mambo!) Esa nena pide más Que la
somos! ¡Los de Gravedad papa! ¡Los de Gravedad papa! Marduk en los controles A.R. Beats produciendo A.R. Beats produciendo El Arizmeendi
I’m driving the stolo (Bounce !) Brody broker them exotic pounds Switches hittin and I’m feelin different A.R. Wit a Scope A.R. Wit a Beam Lil baddie
to link she want love but that shit for the birds Trap spot like a meet and greet got to know somebody you get served Nick Cannon on every glizzy A.r. a.r.
principio a fin Estaré siempre en el ring Bien puesto con los guantes, yo voy a combatir Lo juro por mi madre que le voy a seguir Conduciendo a mi gente A.R.
hoe look like my landscape Yeah, El Chapo J R R, multicolor A.R. Rules Looking like I play ball Tell 'em keep they day jobs, ooh I'm the king
They know I love 'em back Put the Bugatti up But I still got my tool Yeah, yeah Everyday homicide ride with the Jews A.R. 15 everywhere we move
and hold on I hear somebody comin Shit, that bitch Kandi set me up yo Pass the A.R. lemme let these cowards have it
part to this do 'cause if you're fuckin up against My firm is squakin at you mean carkas is through The A.R. better stay in this car 'cause I'm parkin it
lessons to a chump We make them bleed Then leave the seen Wit them a.r. 15's A.r. 15's (andre nickatina) Man I don't drink cappacino I'm a picses not a leo
Nineteen kids dead on a classroom floor. Little bodies ripped by an A.R. Some crazy kid, maladjusted, No one noticed his mind hid a scar. A community
and that jar of Vaseline Well she looks real cute when she puts in the boot A night time slicker, an A.R. licker, A C.O.C. teaser, an ice cream squeezer
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