Lyrics:
another cup
It's S you see and Swisha House, and them big faces we fold up
Lil' Ron make you hold up while I take a trip with Lil' Flip
Blow'd get you wide
brains blowed out, body in a trash bag
Unidentified, chalk him up a John Doe
Got most of the pieces, but they ain't found his arms though
It's far from
grandmama kicked you out the house screaming
"Tory, we don't fucking need you"
Why yo' daddy up and leave you? (Why)
I guess this is how they fucking treat
A festa no triplex
Fica sussu que o favelado agora é chefe
Que o favelado é chefe
Tão louco pra saber
de onde vem os cash
John l Cruz e Dj Jadson
Heavens let you heart decide,
She's all the daughters of her father's house
See the changes, none the wiser,
Ton o'rusty dreams inside her,
All
to win a nice car
Own a big house with a big backyard
Not sure I'm gonna get that far
Not sure I'm gonna get that far
It'd be so nice to win a nice car
vivendo dessa colheita
Ontem nos na seca, hoje nos na cheia
Na piscina lá da house, só ta nadando sereia
Papagaio a policia, varios peixe tem na mesa
Nós
Isso é John sensação,
E ai Gilberto, o caminho do sucesso tá ai moleque!
Essa é nova brincadeira, sei que vai contagiar
O hit é envolvente, na sua
they'll all come to meet me
Arms a-reaching, smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home,
The old house is still standing
family big house, long life bro you feel me yeah
[2 Verso: The Player]
De segunda a segunda a bumbar tipo escravo pra no fim do mês pegar no bolso e rir
light
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Let me blow up this house tonight (gonna blow up)
We go hard or we go home
We gon' do this all night long
We get freaky if you
grandpa's style, I'ma take your grandpa's style
No, for real, ask your grandpa, can I have his hand-me-downs? (Thank you)
Velour jumpsuit and some house
Definition, gangsta, hustla, you know
We make money, we eat, we feed
Pay attention, bitch
Uhh, yeah, come on
Uhh, uhh, make some room
Dogg House, you
na selva: lobo solitário, na guerra: John Rambo
foda-se o melhor momento, no porte tá só o agora
conversei com meu passado, feridas foram embora
voltei
John eles não viram meu tênis furado
Mano eu tinha um drop do D2
Eu abu e engolindo no xarpi
A mesma bermuda o mesmo casaco
E aquele Beat do moob
you've got your shit together
Okay, it's time to party
Belt in the house, Everybody say Ho
Oh, ladies, if you're sexy and you know it, go and let it show
got Snoop Dogg, in the house tonight)
Whatchu wanna do? (with the homeboy JD)
You wanna get down? (ah get down, get down)
Whatchu wanna do? (ahh ha
eight miles to a waffle house
Squashed some beef along the way
And felt a new bond as we ate our food
And as I stared at my plate of hoppin' john
I
clean up crew like John Wick
When I hit you no body is found The music I'm making is gritty
I need you to jump and get litty From city to city, I'm never
I'm with YG, fuckin' with the Pirus
Fuck a nigga's baby mama in my house shoes
Chain on, ring on, 'fro hoe
When you step into my spot, no clothes,
I'ma but you a house, I'ma buy you a house. I was riding out late
Mama didn't know what to do, we was coming home around 2
We was bussin moves, nigga it
Ji Mana
Ki Saurara
Dey my house
It’s ShamBee on the beat
Hmmmm
Dey my house
I no Dey find amarya
Amarya Dey my house
I no Dey find amarya
sister Emily?
She's nice too. She's nice too.
(Jerry Bachman, Jerry Bachman,
So what's new? So what's new?)
Whatcha doing Sarah?
(Reading John O
(Cliveden: the area by the pool
Which glimmers just offstage, in the
Shadow of the immense house wARD
And CHRISTINE sit with IVANOV
Drinking
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