Lyrics:
you ain't (I won't do what?)
No you won't, oh, wait a minute, officer, ahh
How'd that feel
Oh what the hell, uh, open that door there, Richard
Wait
you ain't (I won't do what?)
No you won't, oh, wait a minute, officer, ahh
How'd that feel
Oh what the hell, uh, open that door there, Richard
Wait
L. M. D. B.
Rapeando y josiando en el barrio con las Infrared
L. M. D. B.
Todo rojo como Pac o como Lucifer
L. M. D. B.
Háblame Niño un pacto en
you was playing?
I really don’t care
I said what i said and i meant what i meant
You’d be an animal too Up in the cage
Everyone watching your
have to come back here, I guess
I could buy this place and shut it down
And say, Hey Richard, how'd you like it now?
And say, Hey Richard, how'd you like
you're Dick Butkus
One-half science and another half soul
His name's Mike D. not Fat Morton Jelly Roll
Got busy in Frisco fooled around in Fresno
Got
putain d'viol auditif
Toujours à l'heure comme Richard Mille
Sens la polémique, c'est pour l'ennemi
C'est pour les p'tits qui nous imitent
Du Richard
Open the door, Richard
Open the door and let me in
Open the door, Richard
Richard, why don't you open that door
I met old zeke standing
A. Dobbins - alt. sax, J. Hudson - brt. sax
J. Wimby - piano, G. Holloway Jr. - bass
D. J. Clark - drums.
Recorded Atlanta, GA. Oct. 16, 1951
Original
Hi bro! It's XGDX
Richard Mille Lamborghini
Richard Mille Lamborghini
Richard Mille Lamborghini
Richard Mille Lamborghini Ya
Ricordo quando andavo
you blew my mind
Richard- There are two sides to love
And if you will
I'd like to show you mine
Girl love has it's ups and downs
sometimes like a merry
trippin
My mellow D. killed a rat in the kitchen
You think you toke tuff I'd disagree
Nobody blows more doobs than Richard D.
I get ill on hoes who
non puoi capirmi
A lei non so cosa dire
Voglio solo un Richard Mille
Tanto tu non puoi capirmi, yeah
I'd rather stack the money 'fore I spend
Open the door, Richard
Open the door and let me in
Open the door, Richard
Richard, why don't you open that door
I met old zeke standing
quand j'suis inspiré
J'ai levé la barre à la Fosbury
Ta dame n'est pas belle c'est qu'une fausse beurette
Pour lui faire la bise d'abord faut s'beurrer
I'll kill them all
And kiss you
Above your bar
You always said that I'd go far
And Richard Prince hangs on your wall
Richard Prince hangs on your wall
Vise dans le mille comme Richard
Richard Mille, Lamborghini
Voilà ce que les hommes veulent
Grosse poitrine, ventre plat
Voilà ce que les
Now, there's a certain thing
That I learned from Jim
That he'd always make sure I'd understand
And that is that there's a certain way
We all must
Now, there's a certain thing
That I learned from Jim
That he'd always make sure I'd understand
And that is that there's a certain way
We all must
Then tell me who on my level then
Yeah, I'm just a rookie, but I'm feeling like a veteran
All about a bag, Do it bigger than D. Letterman
Tell 'em wait,
We heard Richard Nixon say, welcome to the USA
The common sense I sometimes lack
Has opened up a seismic crack
We've fallen in and I can't pull
Gotta keep it to myself till it’s alright
And I got nothing but time, and my vices
Baby that’s fine, nothing's all right you can leave us alone
Said I’d
times, it's funny I know
But you're the only person that
I'd give up all my self-love for
Richard, I know you know
I won't stop loving you easily
I thought
J'traverse la zizanie, dans un calme étrange
J'ai dix ans d'avance, ici les années 30
Une armée d'anges te fixe du regard
Shook Ones Part 2, justice
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