Lyrics:
Murph AND Kyjuan man
I know all of em since '99
Before Country Grammar before the Free City album
And now, Big Lee got that Heavy Starch out in
Prrr
Ke starche yeah
Eyyy Okay
I need that
Eyy
Straight from the west
I need that!!
I need the tjaro the cargo. the Starch?
Got me up feeling away
If
To tych pare minut co mówią jak
To tych pare minut co budzą starch
Mówią nie kombinuj i dają znak
Nie masz się czego bać wiem że
Czasem masz tak
are nearing
There's the captain stiff as starch
Bayonets flashing, music is crashing
As the wooden soldiers march
Sabers a-clinking, soldiers
Would you wash my jumper
Starch my overalls?
I'm gon' find my woman
Said, she's in the world somewhere
What a-good are you, mama?
Sho' nuff
Push Impalas and Caprices (believe that daddy)
Starch flat, no creases (believe that daddy)
Got that work, you a D boy (believe that daddy)
You
broke
None of y’all niggas want smoke, no starch
Comme des Garçons, that’s for your heart
You know a nigga, my pockets on large
Galluci my case, know I’m
Would you wash my jumper
Starch my overalls?
I'm gon' find my woman
Said, she's in the world somewhere
What a-good are you, mama?
Sho' nuff
all the favors, they never repaid me
It worked in my favor, 'cause nobody saved me
Brand new whip got no keys
Tailor my clothes, no starch please
hot heat
Forever grind on this here concrete
You can quote every word that I speak
Stay sharp, heavy starch in my crease
An' spit this slang like
to flex No starch
Wanna go hard
Dripping so bad
Daddy must to flex mummy must to chop No starch
Shey ban ni aguntan to ba ba aja rin
Omo dandan oma jegbe
a tingle down my spine
Your matter dey crase me girl
Omo your case e turn my eye
I call you my controller
Only you my starch n lighter
Me like my ganjer dem
wieni bi
Oooooh
Du bisch gross, Du bisch starch
Du söllsch über allem stah
Lah Din Wille gscheh da bi eus
Mir erhebed Dich, oh Herr
Du bisch gross, Du
These niggas trap backwards that part Still got powder, no starch
Whip it in the batter till it turn hard Don't forget y'all niggas got a head start
get wreckless
Yeah I'm fresh shit dog catch it
I'm a big threat I'm a menace
They the red button I press it
Nigga starch the the issue come press it
Oh, my Monday woman
Starch and iron my clothes
Monday woman
Starch and iron my clothes
My Tuesday woman
Pays my room rent and board
Oh, my
And out of time
And her days drag on and on
And her nights are, oh, so long
She remembers days in 'Doon
Stairwells and starch
Farewells in March
Farewell
mean to they face I ain’t talking shit
Im the type to finish just what I starter kit
Press out a pig just like it got the starch in it
Stop me from
Bust it wide open make it rain like a porn star
Do the tuck and roll I got my flav without corn starch
But I'd hate to be another lame at the sports
mam to moje ja
Prawdziwa twarz
To mój czas
Ja się bawię świetnie
Zostawiłam gdzieś za sobą zgiełk i starch
Choć to przenikało wnętrze
Dziś wdycham
Now my name popping up like chicken
Grease yeah i came up rocking Duckhead
With a starch crease project baby in the
Mourning eating cream of wheat
The Yankee Division March
Is ready for the charge
In Saint Mihiel
With tanks and shells
The Yankee Division March
Full of will and starch
We'll come by night
corn starch (corn starch)
One question for the haters
Why you want me on a shirt for? (why you want me dead?)
Your pride too big & you broke
You're
STARCH
He du bisch nöd starch; häsch nur vill Musklä.
Im ärnscht du bisch än Arsch; mit dinä Musklä.
Machsch mir chlii Idruck; ä so vill Musklä.
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