Lyrics:
to The vineyard
Rosing oh baby baby Rosing
Running now back you're The real one
Round round we round You're the real one
I just wanna be around you
I just wanna
Chronic in the jar
Kill 'em like a star
Smoke 'em if you got em
Hit 'em with a bar
Rosing in the dram
Feeling like the man
Smoke it if you got it
I'm so hands on
One of a kind I can't be no clone
Yea these niggas mediocre
I got this shit under control like a remote controller
Yea rosing through
Nobody tells my to come down
My blood is rosing throught my brain
Let to to wanne we he
Take my somewhere
No i do want tommorow
Take me somewhere
Where i
that's all mistaken
That's right
You think I should be dozing now
But my cheeks are still a rosing now
And yes it's true that I'm not yet three
It
to state daddy in the NBA
50 point nighters baby I be Derrick Rosing
You my motivation baby you be Kelly Roland
So hold on tight baby girl daddy coming home
They saying this and that, they making all this fun shit
Gotta get down in the rosing
Gotta get down in a way
Imma go ball like i noticed, the people be
Even if the flowers think it's spring
And the scent of mountain honey's on the wind
Sacred words can have a hollow ring
And the rosing sky
Can
They got me twisted
Like a brew cap
45 red can wil irish rosing
And u can keep peel aways
Gold and ur bottles
My flow cruise control
They flows just
to turnt it up
Pop out in the party dripped in luxury
Keep these hoes off of me
Some one fill my cup please
Muddy dirty air forces
I'm D ROSING ANGLES
so...
He was buried alive and tells R.I.P. John
when he saw that's coffin saying he begin to burn
he rosing from the dead and screaming
Cigar Box Song!!!
A Country Boy
Work's All Done And The Sun's Settling Low
Pull Out My Fiddle And I Rosing Up The Bow
The Kids Are Asleep So I Keep It Kinda Low
Thank God I'm
a cavern in the dome on the steps of your childhood home
And I, I'll teach you to fly
If you tell me why
Why, why, why, why you're all alone
Low tide Rosing
knappt någon luft
Dom lova släppa ut mig om en liten stund
Vem där hjälp mig nån snälla
Släpp mig aj förlåt blondinbella
Va inte meningen shit linda rosing
faltaba
Sacar ese perfume que estaba en mi almohada
Fina como el rosing
No está con ese poser
Me disparó al pecho con un fusil
Con su mirada me deja muy
deporti
Pero pregunta por mary
Tengo sour haze y Og
Crumble wax también rosing, en fin
Te espero ahí
Donde siempre estoy pa ti
En la misma suite
4-2-0 mami
'em
Jab, jab, uppercut, I'm bloody nosing 'em
Hustler to a rock star, I'm Axl Rosing 'em
November Rain got the banks overflowing 'em
I'm talking
Duty calls and I aim
This is what I became
48 every game
Rosing up to my fame
All you know is my name
Call twice and you know I'll be by yo side
I'm far
a parisear
Conmigo quiere portarse mal
Ta llena e' maldad
Es normal
Que Esa gata rosing quiera quemar
En el pari ella me quiere encontrar
Conmigo quiere
ta en tur te
Og e tebake
På kiking og kosing
Sussing og sosing
Rising og rosing
Mingling og mosing
Men kan nånn si mæ:
Kor lenge kan man leike sæ?
Før
I can make an evil bitch smell the roses
Shoot my shot in the dark like im D Rosing
Holding life by the trucks man you be posing
She said im not all
dig
Våra lagar är cepe medan linda rosing ligger med småbarn i tv
Både linda och victoria silver där kan vi snacka om förebilder
För till och med barn
eller mat
Vi lever bara på hat!
Mot allt som är som er
Och det värsta är att ni blir fler och fler
Linda Rosing Idol Curley fuckin' Sue Hot Hot Heat
Allt
down, she dropping it, like a case on my face
I ain't pay any money for all that charging Shawty said she young, and she really like
her rosing Lil mama
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