Lyrics:
of the charts
So you take the good with the bad, I guess
Level three Teflon plate on my chest
Hammer cocked back, hollow tip in the chamber, danger
Anger'll
the chart is filled with silicone
I'm still broke without the money for a Mac Pro
Living out of three bags no talk about my cash flow
Opposite of sober
The book of love is long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing
It's full of charts and facts and figures
And instructions for dancing
But I
of deserted beaches
Adds her rhythms in a shell
Her sensual and easy motion
Seems impossible to chart
In a world that needs more dancing
She's still
life after 3 LPs
Yep,
Still counting still climbing the charts
And rappers still talking shit
Like they was rhyming in farts
I cross the finish line
tell no lie
Private plane, my seat recline, top 10 charts, where I reside
Got me a house ?
We the muthafuckin best, word to my mama
Ridin'
Three
The Man In Black was long and lean
Hit the Billboard charts with a Teenage Queen
Had a television show, the best we'd seen
That chick-a-boom
Wake the Town and Tell the People
Johnny Mathis
Music by Jerry Livingston and Words by Sammy Gallop
This version did not chart but
In 1955 Les
Well, the charts are full of love, he's on everybody's dial
Just like the old days, old days, old days
Yeah, he could sing, he could sing
Listen to him
the charts and maneuver through the eyes
Visually on stage, the Peas, we multiply
While equaling the sums of only one try
First is my scarf that presented
little ship
For You alone can chart my trip
And like these waves I lose my grip
And I sink into Your arms
away
And the national statistics
Never put it in the chart
But every second someone breaks a heart
There's a woman out there somewhere
Who feels
the charts
Where the losers lost their sorrow and the lonely left their hearts
Step on these shoes then I'll see you in hell
"Love me so tender," I cried
comes from the heart
I'll give 'em that
I'll give 'em this
I'll strut away
Boy! You can't miss!
Just put a star on my chart
They won't need this
Seite, Digga, ich will alles holen (wouh, ah, ah, ah, ah)
Für dich ist Mero seine Liga viel zu hoch (pah)
Und bald bin ich in den Charts, QDH (QDH, QDH,
off a half a dollar shootin' crap
I put your rap career in my ear
Niggas so crooked, bought the bitch veneers
Top of the charts they lovin' my skill
provokanter Art
Für die Eins muss ich bald Miete zahlen, ich wohne in den Charts-Charts
Was für Stars-Stars? Leckt mich mal am Arsch
Die Miete meiner
c'est pour exploser les charts
Prêt feu partez, prêt feu partez, prêt feu partez
Rapi Sati, coco jojo, on a vu ton jeu tu peux poser les cartes
Plan
Schreib diesen Text nach viermal Platz Eins in den Charts (Charts)
Guck, wo wir ma waren
Ohne Kohle für den Strom und leeren Magen
Nie mehr
Wastebag
Ich verliere langsam die Kontrolle, wie George Bush
Verballer' an 'nem Feiertag mal eben dein' Vorschuss (Baby, Baby)
Die Charts, der Fame, die
Voor de fam, we bleeding
Moeten rennen in de evening
Ken die dagen dat er niets was
Maar nu gaan we hard
Check me met Asha in de charts
Al mijn
chart all Red X'd
I just played the opps like this muthafucking headset!
X-Xbox these shots gon' connect nigga
Whether it's ya legs, or ya chest, or ya
Got No Money Sh** Gettem Outta Her
First Side Hype Im On Top Of The Charts
Charts Hit The Finish Line For A Playa In The Start
Still On The Scene Still
gotta high speed tikket
oh oh on this carousel
oh oh this is so damn wikked
oh oh live in heaven n' hell
is this the chart of my illusion
or is this just
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