Lyrics:
», On pourrait s’ENGAGER comme Nelson, Martin ou l’Abbé OSER comme St Ex ou Crusoé, Simone, Rosa et Galilée On pourrait RESISTER comme Guy, Charles,
Psychosomatique génie. Léonardo Da Vinci… He ! Ziva toi ? … L’avion. L’hélico. Tu sais pourquoi ça vole ? Connais-tu Blériot. Lindberg. St Ex… Connais-tu
Pas besoin d'être St Ex Pour survoler nos complexe J'te dessinerai des moutons L'amour c'est flon flon
that freak s**t Tell me why ya ex n***a callin girl he tweakin I need Tlc without the creepin And when you miss me baby hit me on the Lost in our ways We
Stans I done my ex like St. Augustine but she still a fan Gun in my waste adjacent Twelve in the clip, I'm a P My girl jumpin' too if I jump off a bridge
hit me with a headshot, & I can't stop the blood I smoke my ex like that s**t dead opps, 'cause you the one I love You make me feel the way that I be
every step inside St. Peter's Dome Claustrophobic and ex-Catholic Last Saturday night Now how come nobody really noticed Puff of white smoke knocked
Booty de volley, nunca rompío la malla Siempre te doy en St. Regis y tu ex no sube del Hyatt Ma', ya estoy más adicto a esa uve que a la Perc 230, jaja
We pop bean We pop Xs I do hoes don't do exs This s-t real finessing We got bread don't you sweat this If we OT it's bed and breakfast You wasn't
Keep it real & Bang Screw. V3) I ain’t got a job but I’m still getting paid, been that way since I sold Poke’Balls back in 1st grade. All my Ex’s
Eleven eleven March 31st It's actually my ex birthday Fuck er R.I.P NIP Rose Out The Jungle Nigga Yeah That old expression somethings never change
gon do this, but end up doing that You bring out my worst behaviour One more way I know you are just like my ex Your just like my ex.
facendo? Non sono pshyco come le tue ex Sono peggio Spedisco st'avviso conciso per i ronin (per i ronin) Unisciti se non brandisci più katane pe per i tuoi
it with me, I'm a sensei. And I got fat pockets, you niggas in shape. Tools on deck, tattoos on necks. Life is a bitch, I'll make her yo ex. Better
a smoothie Yeah, then me and wifey make a movie Chicago - St. Louis, St. Louis to Chicago Ándale Ándale E.I, E.I, uh, oh You had me drivin' far enough
guru sam Sad u penthousu, nije to stan Slušaju gazdu, ko da su pas Kuje me zovu Cesar Milan Sluša me, voli slušat me A kaže, vodi me u St. Tropez
tokes to the marijuana smoke One look and murder she wrote She drop dead gorgeous, she drop dead Yo, this is a Roc-a-Fella, St. Lunatics
Houston I can three step on any block F***k with the OG’s & ballers Ex nigga he be stalking Had to block a n***a from my call list Every time a trick be
Oh well f**k it My ex left me for a bum well f**k 'em He gone turn you into a mother f*****g stuffer I take your wife of six years then I f**k her
know that I'm cool with the reaper If she f**k me right, on the gang, I might keep her If she do me foul, it ain't s**t to delete her I just be poppin'
chvÌli sedÌ na mne vravÌ poÔme na vec bola to tvoja EX. (je mi to æ˙to boy) RoztoËÌm to jak torn·do vy sa postavte do radoch, ja sa vzn·öam jak
Were supper moving, Safe-D's 1st, always, even at my worst. I'm better than the best, in any contest. I Bun my stress, don't fuck with the ex. Hook
love for my ex. I swear she was the best and the worst I just take the good with the bad. I swear that was a gift and a curse A year later now a nigga
I tour with a big bag Jolly St. Nick Took your chick seaside and we probably ate fish Out in Florida, she might be a hard six So I took her back
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