Lyrics:
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
niggas, weezy f. baby believe dat, haha, yeah
I got them 24 inches sittin on the joe buddens
In the trunk straight jumpin
Bitch I can't hear nuthin
And I
I'D RATHER HAVE JESUS
(Rhea F. Miller - George B. Shea)
« © '59 Public Domain »
I'd rather have Jesus than silver or gold
I'd rather be his than
and so lean
You're a walking wonder, you're a metal machine
Look and you'll see you're a lot like me
You're an S.M.F.
You're an S.M.F.
You're
what can we do
When there's four of you
Sweet F.A., never gonna make it
Sweet F.A., people think we fake it
Sweet F.A., now we're gonna take it
and girl as we step into
Step into, into another world.
As you enter in the courtyard there�fs a smell of sacrifice
Reminding all the holy people they
and so lean
You're a walking wonder, you're a metal machine
Look and you'll see you're a lot like me
You're an S.M.F.
You're an S.M.F.
You're
Tengo una revolución en mi bolsillo,
¡en tu culillo!
Tengo la revolución en mi bolsillo,
¡en tu fundillo!
Es azul y tiene F´s de Fuck you
Es azul y
run, but you can’t hide
I will do what I decide
Hard as fuck
Hard as fuck
Hard as fuck
Hard as fuck
H. A. R. D. as F. U. C. K.
H. A. R. D. as F. U. C. K.
headlights turned off.
I'm 'bout to bust some shots off.
I'm 'bout to dust some cops off.
Cop killer, better you than me.
Cop killer, f**k police brutality!
COM FÉ EM DEUS VOU CONSEGUIR
F. G
F. E7
EU VOU,COM FÉ EM DEUS VOU CONSEGUIR Am
COM FOCO ,FORÇA E FÉ
DETERMINAÇÃO TAMBEM,
F
OS MEUS OBJETIVOS
E7. Am
SEI
C.......................am......
There's a shadow in the basement
....f...g...............d....
And I'm scared to sleep alone
D.........................
Baby doesn't everybody weep
There Was a time (F7) When(C7) I Thought (F) of no other(C7) (Gmi7) (C7)
and we sang our own loves refrain (F)
And our hearts beat(C7) as one (F
kuschel'
Das würde doch erfrischen doch jetzt nicht, weil ich inzwischen
Buchstabier' für die F. A. N. T. A. S. T. ischen Vier
like I was John F. Kennedy
Mm, nah, I won't be sent away
Fuck a cop, non-stop, 20 Crip, all day
Bang out, til the sun comes up
The wheels fall off
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