Lyrics:
sons pendant les putains de drive-by
On a les flow GSXR et toi d'une pocket bike
Y'a plus de boules qu'au bowling, j'lance ma bite et j'fait un strike
jeder war gut betucht
BKA untersucht, E zum K, Bulletproof
Ich muss untertauchen, falls mich mal ein Bulle sucht
Wir entführen deine Airline - guten
playing this
Your shit is trash who okaying it?
You sounding like everyone else
You doing bad by yourself
I get the work put in the work
Kill 'em with
you spitting, change the channel
I put 10k on the mantle
Why these boys sound like my samples?
Stealing my swag by the handful
You know that we
the mandem own
IPhone swap it with a brick phone
Hit road, get dough, then we hit home
Ain't got much so man'll by clothes
Trust me I don't wanna be broke
totally free.
No responsabilities, just everything is O.K.
No desires, just surviving is the key.
For just one day
I wanna ignore our senseless fate,
life
(Half Pint need ya'll listen to this real good)
It felt good to see Marques go solo, I stood by his side
His dreams was my dreams, so the love will
Still leave these sucka ass niggas in hearses
By the way, I finally sucked my own dick
Leggo!
Snap
Live from my grand-mama's basement
Camp Crystal Lake,
Spending my time thinking of you
I just can't seem to get it through.
Everything's o.k. when you're around me
Way
Way down deep inside
Givin'
the villa and rock chinchillas
Girl I ain't going nowhere, sit here and play cops and robbers down by the moonlight
Sunrise it's time to go, grab your phone
jump out the roof
Getting money man I'm pouring a deuce
And I'm calling the plug and we bringing her through
Breaking her bricks down by two
I done two
playin Sega
And buggin on the horn with some honeys like a couple of playas
And now he's gone
I'm speakin on my man K-Shawn
Forever on my mind mentally
never again- and if i lose my job- i'll be drinking by profession- lose my license for a year is part of the consequence- then enroll in a.a. with all my
like diners
Cock it back and shoot the K-9ers
Word from Pacewon, and J's Finest
Blaze the pen pen, pockets full of yen
Tryin to get my hands in
fucking fag
Introduce you to this mack, come on, meet this A.K
Whatever gun I got at hand I'm gon' spray
I'ma live my life
(However I want to)
I'ma hustle
friends always tell me I'm lucky to stay
dipped with the flyest chick from the B.K.
But all the games you play make a nigga want to spray
So every
under the A.C.
Niggaz be fakin', pullin' they guns out they holsters
Keep my shit right by my dick like I'm supposed to
New Starang, I been this way
wit my crooks while I'm bouncin on d's
I got tha trees, if need, you playaz smokin or what?
O.k. pull up at tha station, I got tha cake in tha trunk
to roll, my job is done
Leave a rubber in your toilet full of cum
I'm the K-I-S-S-be-A-N-D-I-T
Fuckin niggaz bitches is my fucking hobby
I leave it all
[swan]
It's platinum baby, a/k/a bj, so got them goin crazy
Back up on the scene, and I'm showin you green
Don't gotta ask what I mean, take a look
I was next
The nigga disrespected, I had to hold him by his neck
Sometimes these niggas need to be put in check
See, sometimes these niggas can't
Yeah 多开心的一天
给你充满阳光的笑脸
Yeah Yeah 多幸运的一天
靠近我就分你一点
I'm Rockin'wit da N to the I-C-K
followed with a Y I see These hunnies walkin by
Lookin mighty cute
Nauczyła co i jak nowa stara szkoła życia
Nowa stara szkoła życia ej
Nowa stara szkoła życia ej
Nowa stara szkoła życia ej
K O B
Ile byś kurwa nie ważył
Mythen und toupierten Haaren
von L.A.'s K-Rock und Hawaii
wir tobenden Geister waren live dabei
vom Rausch der Sinne und Eruptionen
von Rodney
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