Lyrics:
Killer mere bars
Killer meri vibe
Qla mein hi dinner aur
Killer meri strive
Killer meri thrive
Killer meri grind
Killer meri tries
Killer mere ties
Man, I'm a lady killer, if I want her I'ma steal her
I promise I could make her fly away like caterpillars
So if you don't know by now
Then you
a whiskey, whoa
Would've left this world behind
Just to wake up by your side
Every mornin' I
Would've sold my soul for a little more time mmm
Would've
album
Then I perfected these songs in four months this is my life
And I want you to know that I live by the pen and I'll die with the pen and the pad
I am
Engine, engine number nie
On that Mason-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I'll get mine
shoppin' my demo, I was tryna shine
Every motherfucker told me that I couldn't rhyme
Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem
Or use my
my last album flopped
Two, it wasn't my time
Three, my fuckin' mama's selling my pajamas online
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But guess what?
(I'm whiskey
my last album flopped
Two, it wasn't my time
Three, my fuckin' mama's selling my pajamas online
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But guess what?
(I'm whiskey
I'm the one to take a shot but I fade away
Golden Ticket in my pocket drinkin' whiskey from the faucet
I can see my life changing in a major way
But
And on the other side you've
got Infinite Dreams, Killers, Still Life - Harris and Murray wrote that song, debuted number twelve, got to
number six again! My
You ain't never seen life through the eyes of a killer
Same eyes looking at me, that's the guy in the mirror
High to the day I die, this how I'm
Deal aus
Um "Danke" zu sagen für alles, was mich freut
Schenk ich diesen Track, so
Lang wie ein Album, nun euch
Ich schrieb hundert
Zweihundert,
bit
Of whiskey
Cowboy
Killers
They're mine you know
I'm falling off
Days go by and I don't wanna see your face
I'll burn my mistakes
I run from my
whiskey eyes
You'll tell me things
I know they're all lies
I will fight, I'll fight for you
And there's nothing I can't do
Yeah, Montana
Hit
maar ik voel me de bom
Hold up hold up ik ben met de gang
In me hand een volle glas whiskey met ijs
Flessen voor de mannen die met me zijn
Iedereen is
could be chocolate or vanilla
And find yourself in the presence of a fuckin' killer
Oh, oh, oh, oh yeah, yeah
By, my, side
To all the niggas tryin'
'Arryis..'Arry 'Arrisssizzzz and Paul
Duh..Duh..Duh..Di'Anno. Chart position 18 it got to, that was released on 26th of April 1982. And it was off
of the album
the guts out but to become a serial killer without a doubt all you need is about
Chorus
3rd Verse
The third was a rabbi walking by I hit him with a blade
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
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Music insiders are running
Shit aint a game man shit could get gritty
For Hunnits and Fiddys
Keep me some killers these niggas get busy
Two shots of the whiskey
This Glenlivet it
From the album best of donovan
An' my belly is craving, I got shakin' in my head
I feel like I'm dyin' an' I wish I were dead
If I lived till
started!
Now all my niggas stay dirty dirty, buss rounds by the thirty thirty
Frontin' niggas y'all don't say a wordy wordy
I'm tired of y'all niggas
by my damn self
By my damn self, upped it by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self
My damn self, I did it by my damn self
I
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