Lyrics:
trust
im just rollin up this kush bout ta crash my girls
truck her friend texted me
trying to kick it like the world cup see this cronic gets the h's paid
more whores on the dick
This ones for Clue and my Riker's Island niggas
That remember when I came through
The big O B C C H D M 2 C 74
Little Nasi
up super slow like
Pop off the trunk, drop the top on the slug
Hang the AK, h-hang the AK
The chin creep up super slow like
Pop off the trunk, drop
man? you're out of your head
Sleepless nights, on an H.P. bed
A daddy by the time you're twenty-one
If your happy with a nappy then you're in for fun.
CHORUS:
On top of this shit (let’s go)
Diamonds they water my carrots got fishes in it
We drippin and sh*t (let’s go)
Never sweet to these h
M-U-L-A look look look,
I got bout 3 b*****s all on my line
If I call I can bet they gone f**k too (Ball)
B***h it ain’t even my birthday
Yo h
Are-i-see-h-be-o-why-z you betta watch it
Lil'girlies cause da boys so fly
Just hit da lutt n cap da cL5 n we
Even old enough to drive O-K
223's and 308's boy it gets deadly
Im trynna knock a nigga face off and that's disrespectfully
Im from a H45D that step on anything and we get
and the land we belong to is grand
And when we say, hey! a yippy-i-o-ey
We're only sayin' You're doin' fine Oklahoma,
Oklahoma, O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A,
Oklahoma.
Y yo se, Que esta llena de maldad
pero que me hace tan bien
es una cruda realidad....(ccccH)
(Trompeteo)...
ccccH...
Contigo conecto...
Entre mas
yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Are-A-T-T F-I-N-K, rat fink
You fink!
A
I say A-B
A-be-C
A-be-see-D
A-be-see-D-E
A-be-see-D-E-F-G-H
I
I say F-I
F-I-N
hmara cIM hi nahi hai
cim hi nahi hai
Public ye Janata ko paisa kamana h
Mujhe to beta ab nam kamana h
Jo nhi dekha ab sab dikhana h
Mera hi song
rejoice your truth
In the religion of the insecure
I must be myself, respect my youth
A different lover viewpoint is not a sin
Believe capital h
Just because the team left that don't mean I ain't no Houston Oiler (Icy)
[Chorus]
I'm a Houston Oiler
I'm a Houston Oiler
I'm from H
O-o-h child things are gonna get easier
O-o-h child things'll get brighter
O-o-h child things are gonna get easier
O-o-h child things'll get
K-O-Doppel-L-E-G-A-H
Yeah Bitches sind am Diskutieren
Aber die Goldkette ist frisch poliert
Kollegah, Kollegah
K-O-Doppel-L-E-G-A-H
Yeah der Big Boss mit Pokerface
lato allà
Invece 'e parlà, vedimmo 'e 'pparà
Primma ca ve sfongo 'e palate
Spalla a sotto
H24, carico il calibro .9
H24, carico il calibro .9
habrá
Ya no habrá
Me consume Cupido dijo ya
Ya no habrá
Puro Junior H
Si quieres nos vamos, nos perdemos en calor
Igual y ya tenemos el tiempo
(Your mind may refuse to believe)
(Your mind may refuse to believe)
I hope you hang yourself with your H&M scarf
While jacking off listening
bay they know my name
It's H It's H
This a south side thang
Give a fuck bout what you sayin
It's H It's H
This a south side thang
Swerving lanes we
Patio living
in the city
Squirrels are behaving
and we’re feeling giggly
Y e a h
It’s a fine way to live our lives
Y e a h
Stove tops and butter
Dayton
And got that funky groove
O-H-I-O is where you go to get some funk up in your soul
O-H-I-O is where you go to get some funk up in your soul
I went
J-R-H-N-B-R
My baby's got long eyes and dark hair
One more way to describe my baby
She's got four legs she's a mare
One more time
So divine
I love when she
A-a-a-ah a-a-ah, ah ah
Now grab my, ah
Now grab my, now grab my
Grab my h-h-h-hair
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Now grab my hair
And drag me in from the balcony
Yeah
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