Lyrics:
like 16, I been writing poem, managerial skill
Can't work at fm might not fucc with my theme, hey
And as a kid I played cj (cj) ,committed, my body be
Crews and the Pips
Pops and S's, my guess is the treble's too high
I switch it AM to FM, 101 point 9
Pointing two fingers at your face
Now I caught him in
taste of the concrete grip
Ivory tips busted lips blow my FM radio
Been killing time watching you filthy swine
And I can’t take much more I’ll blow my
a shield, as a shield) don't use me as a shield
Damn it!
I'm not your shield for your bullshit
VERSE 2 (Dm, Em, GM, FM)
There was a time when you needed me,
Impromptu flows, huh, off Dome.
FM eighty nine seven . Underground Rail road . Unending luv to blis , he knows Whom he is . Cowhaus mic Nights, park jams.
Απόψε τον πειρατικό
Θα τον αφήσω ανοιχτό κι απ’ των fm τη μπάντα
Μονάχοσ θα σου τραγουδώ
Και θα σου λέω σ’ αγαπώ για τώρα και για πάντα
Εγώ θα είμαι
(Gat Helm$!)
(Real trap shit)
(Bitch)
(You're listening to Cherry.fm)
(Thank you, Gat Helm$)
She got a fat ass man that shit like hubba bubba
Yeah
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Estás escuchando Apocalipsis FM con AlonZombie!
Real Zombie Shit
Mi alma vive abandonada al fondo del mar
Como Jesucristo me van a crucificar
Dicen
the ounces
You be smokin' in couches
Bitch, I'm louder than the speaker that I'm in
Tell the hoes P45, P45, whole film
Yeah, P-O-P-U, yeah
Popular boy, FM
I
now that love in a coffin
FM the movement you know how we rockin
LA Coliseum go up like a mosh pit
Wasn't too long ago when I was watching
Now we got
like a coast guard
I'm in a Galleria with F&M, finna get a roll up
Let him rob you, he ain't even have a gun, these niggas so soft
I'm in a Lamborghini,
this is love
mood fm volume two,
Cut, print
you about Josay FM
Getting started in the game, let me get you ahead
Got a couple songs on the way, yeah you know that I'm working
Got a bop that'll
okay, man, I put it on, shawty
It ain't nothin' to me, babe, man, I hop out
They be like, okay, when I pop out
Got that murd333r.fm on me yeah, I'm really
cherches la station la plus sombre je suis la crasse fm/
je suis la voix des immigrés qui Fuck les crs/ rapper ma ce cracher des flammes c'est tout c'que je
Устал от боли и волей и не волей я все равно каждый день вою
Я все равно пою, слава богу меня кроет
Так, что это врубят в раю
Какой там только FM не пойму
Mood FM, volume two, take one
Action
Fuck that! I don't like people playing on my phone
I don't even trip, you're bigger than that
No! I don't like
Side
Радио "Dark Side FM", Вам вещает
Wha, сука я еду в Rick, я забираю себе штаны
Fuck'aeм only, дорогих hoe,
Fuck'aeм only, дорогих hoe,
Езжу я only,
где ты
Нам не судьба быть вместе
Считаю свои деньги
Нам втроём будет тесно
Vero FM, да это радио звук
Музыка по КД, ведь я ей живу
Прыгнул с большой
траву у дома
Тренды, тренды, тренды
Тик ток запел
Был артист, стал блогер
Был артист, стал мем
Наш голос на fm-волнах
Я знаю, это бесит
Мне нужен новый
birdsong
Traffic sounds and life insurance adverts
That scream from an FM radio
Refusing to go anywhere
But she tries her best to force the dream
It almost
the plains
I made new friends on the train
Singing along to silly songs on the AM-FM
Riding through the plains
The sad and empty plains longing for spring
scary, not living the real fear
I'm still screaming out FM, my heart in a wheelchair
My nigga turned to the drugs, hoping something could heal fear
But he
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