Lyrics:
Jahr'n den Erfolg prophezeit?
Ich war noch nie so nah an mei'm Lebensziel
Habe dieses Jahr 'ne
Wahnsinnstournee gespielt
Ja, und mein Major-Deal, er lief
right?
(copyright) dawg, I can box, I'm nice
Watch ya tongue, bitch I'm not the one
You said you ain't no shotgun so I
Know you never shot a gun
I shot
boys,don't play rock 'n' roll
Nice boys, don't play rock 'n' roll
I'm not a nice boy!
Sweet sixteen she was fresh and clean
Wanted so bad to be part
of the machine gun in my
Hands"
"the feeling of, of the machine gun I
N my hands" (here we go, 30
Rounds"
"the women had been ignored"
"I like the,
strip only get a grand a day
N' there ten of y'all on it
Pretending y'all doing it
You don't get stacks boy, you a pack boy
Be on the corner for a hundred
strip only get a grand a day
N' there ten of y'all on it
Pretending y'all doing it
You don't get stacks boy, you a pack boy
Be on the corner for a hundred
nice boys don't play rock and roll
Nice boys don't play rock and roll
I'm not a nice boy
Sweet sixteen she was fresh and clean
Wanted so bad to be
nice boys don't play rock and roll
Nice boys don't play rock and roll
I'm not a nice boy
Sweet sixteen she was fresh and clean
Wanted so bad to be
You Already know this
I'm Lincoln's brave n boldest
Yeah The chosen one
The golden child reloaded
Guns and Roses
Guns and Roses
Guns and Roses
Bout
gun
Yeah really go get my gun
New friends go get my gun
School dance go get my gun
Jack n Jill go get my gun
Football game go get my gun
Cheerleading go
Guns'n'Roses dude
You might as well get bored
'Cause you goin downtown sonny, you're drunk
So whatchu tryin to tell me officer?
You tryin' to tell me that,
Guns'n'Roses dude
You might as well get bored
'Cause you goin downtown sonny, you're drunk
So whatchu tryin to tell me officer?
You tryin' to tell me that,
i rose thru it rocky
Shattered all the foes and the lows just departed
That's not how it goes but ya boy still cocky
A duffel bag of hope they wanna
to this one n****
I never fold, keep my hand on my gun n****
Momma told em kill em with my music slowly
The game over, and Imma cross over like Kobe
Now
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
Roses
Another bastard casket closes,
first come the Guns, and next is the mutha-fuckin Roses
I lay that boy down - He ain't gone get back up! X 4
Just as fast as thing goes, boy
Give me some more
She's my little rock star, man she knows it
My baby's Guns N' Roses, my baby's Guns N' Roses
Ya she's
thing goes, boy,
Give me some more.
She's my little rock star, man she knows it.
My baby's Guns N' Roses.
She's got a wild side.
Bet trouble's in
diesel fuel
I really never did ever did needed you
I come through I pop up like peek a boo
Guns and Roses Guns and Rose
Guns and Roses Guns and Rose
Guns
Uh, uh, uh, huh
Clipse
(Clipse)
Exclusive shit
(Exclusive shit)
Yeah, who
Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
This
'n' pick up an ounce, but hold up, I gotta pee
Time to flee the scene, on this shopping spree, got that alien OG
Maybe stop at Chipotle get a bowl
to parties to party with nice girls
You young boys gotta chill
Thirty's the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot still
I used to let my pants sag, not givin'
to parties to party with nice girls
You young boys gotta chill
Thirty's the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot still
I used to let my pants sag, not givin'
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
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