Lyrics:
mother f***
You said I couldnt do it
I'm chucking up the deuces to you a n***** Like like
I dont need no
Ay
I dont need nobody
I dont Hear Nobody
dead set you better better bet.
I'll just go like a train.
But I lost my track I've got to get back.
Or I'm gonna burn coal in vain.
Den store hav?rn
Fiskeren
Livet so yrer om natten
Full drapsalarm
D?dst?t
Alt eller ingenting
H?sten hentet deres skam s? ofte
En fl?rt med
Girafa.
H! Hipopótamo.
I! Impala
J! Jaguar
K! Kiwi
bájese cabron tenga pudor, cálmese, son las ansias de dar lo mejor no se preocupe,
una H una P y un micro que dice me escupe, diferente estilo soy
う え お か き く け こ さ し す せ そ
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N
たくさん 言葉 覚えたのに
結局!
好き好き好き好き好き好き好き好き
好き好き好き好き好き好き好き好き
好き好き好き好き好き好き 光線 飛ばすだけ!
《クレッシェンド~
Je sais que t'es sous pression, j'fais pas les choses à moitié
Je vais te baiser devant chez toi, non je ne m'arrêterai pas à Poitiers
Si si le
Bet'cha niggas wonder
why Drag always spit fire? Why I always pop shit?
About how I burn niggas til they chocolate
Cause I'm the +Opposite of H2O+ now ya
puss
Vince Neil get the hell away from me
You got me drunk on G.H.B.
You can shout at the devil and I will kick his ass
Motley Crue is dead it's so
boys never seen moves like these
Ya grandma says I got the bees knees
Movin and shakin
Got the club quakin
Move over Dr Dre
Cuz I'm here to stay
In
down and get ran through
Nobody watches, I'm clockin a evil man do
Faced wit the demons and addicted to hearin victims screamin
Cuz we was evil since
what?
6-1-2 Wharf Avenue.
But, please, no more candy yams, man.
We got more candy yams than we know what to do with.
MC Pee Pants in the h--I mean...uh,
I'm worth they wild
Why rap about clothes, I'ma merchantile
Legally the hot shit, in reverse awhile
Attachin' ideas to it, in my years, you through
In
Imma be the first to go platinum living off the County
Couple cases out in Texas running yelling fuck the bounty
All they do is talk, I'm just here ta
B and Mil is something to me
Sometimes it's hard for one to come out so clean
But if you just stop talkin' the s-h-i-t
I'll tell you my friend what
Don't need the lambo
This all I need yeah
Catch me high speed yeah
I bring the heat yeah
Then switch the beat yeah
Ain't got no plaques
I'm ok with
que j'suis condamné à vivre une vie morose à voir des gens pas nets
Tu pourras m'retrouver à Palmer à 15h30, entrain de sip sur une canette
J'ai
c-h-a-n-g-e
speak, i'm weak, i need your power and your heat
looking for substance in a world of techniques
true to myself
When I ain’t nothing to move with
But look at me now
I’m dripped to the ground
And these h*** is all on my pool stick
I never played with
mother fuck
You said I couldnt do it
I'm chucking up the deuces to you a n***** Like like
I dont need no
Ay
I dont need nobody
I dont Hear Nobody
smilin', count eight gold teeth
You see it, he keep the brim broke slightly
Killin' 'em with the one that roll tightly
Floppin' in the M-6 deuce
The A-T
impera e fella não passa um pano... Óh
maloka tal, eis o C.R.I.M.E, foco em the city
de quebra flagrando as Biatch
Me interno é fonin com os beat
É só
homo-erectus intellectual,
Got a PhD from M I T, Meal in a Tube, you and me,
Got to find more stuff, what else is new?
Got to breathe a lot more O2, Everybody
to ja w h&m żeby w nocy ciuchy policzyć dla pensji
I się pytasz czemu choć ich jeszcze nie mam
To ja chciałbym tutaj zostawić dla dzieci coś więcej
Czemu
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