Lyrics:
lit, I don't want your bitch
Every single diamond VVS
I'ma hold it down by my respect
Ayy, fuck they found this nigga at? yeah
Hit him nine times, if he
In the afternoon of orange blossom days
Hummingbirds rest above where we lay
You say it’s ok, no need to fret
The weight of it all will ease as we
the daytime with the light
You might be the type if I play my cards right
I'll find out by the end of the night
You expect me to just let you hit it
But
it's not lost yet
I'd pay a thousand dollars just to see your silhouette
Red is the rose's color, blue is the violet's
Here's my number baby, when you
to mischief
Jou fokken mif dik lip op 'n tik klip
My style is poison, it’s a freak pak of gom
Giftige cherrie up on page 3 van Die Son
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp
a revolver
My sex is a killer
Do you wanna die happy?
Do you wanna die happy?
I let it bang, bang
You've been hit by a smooth criminal
A bad girl
I
Climbing in 'n' out (in 'n' out)
But you know it, never run your mouth (never run your mouth)
Look
Bitch this not a drill, this the real thing (whoa)
I
somebody's baby
She's somebody's mother's child
She may look like a lady
But she's just a flower grown wild
They never knew you by your childhood name
But
bitches who clippin' your dick off
I'm a boss champagne with the steak
Pink rose jay sittin' ace by tha case
Brisco line to young nigga what it do
He
won't hide
It's pushing it full throttle
A bullet for tomorrow
Blood up gut check slam it down
Chicks With Guns
Chicks With Guns
Bathed in roses shining
knifes and big guns
Of course this n**** started thinking he gon need one
Dont wanna see nun
You surrounded by love
You surrounded by guns
You surrounded
the rose, sweet sweet rose, catch the sun find where it grows.
Smell the rose, the sweet sweet rose that grows on castle walls in heaven. In heaven yeah."
the Geto Boys
Can you believe those hypocrites
Who distribute Guns n Roses but not our shit
And they say we're a racist act
Ain't that the pot
Since Big ain't here, I'm about to do it for T'yanna
And put roses on the grave of Kanye's mama
This for all the lost girls locked up in the pen
the Geto Boys
Can you believe those hypocrites
Who distribute Guns 'n' Roses but not our shit
And they say we're a racist act
Ain't that the pot
the Geto Boys
Can you believe those hypocrites
Who distribute Guns n Roses but not our shit
And they say we're a racist act
Ain't that the pot calling
Uncle Ricky
Would you read us a bedtime story?
Please, huh? Please?
Alright, you kids get to bed
I'll get the story book
Y'all tucked in? (yeah)
They mack all type, that's alright
You know I slurp my drink
I'm clipped inside, kids aight (Just Blaze!)
Yes y'all it's the one and only (what
to go it's not over
We ain't over
Oh?
We ain't over
Oh it's gonna be alright now don't go now
the street
At this time I had stood to my feet and said wait a minute
And that's when he did it, he hit me in the face with his gun I wasn't
With it so
me
How long would you wait to tell me of him
cfter he asked you to marry
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright
It's
I was down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I.
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, no
around and hate it!
Sweet Jane! Whoa oh oh! Sweet
Jane! Sweet Jane sweet Jane
Sweet Jane sweet Jane
Heavenly wine and roses
Seems to whisper to her when
N9ne units sold
And whoever you bitch niggas is saying, I'm kicking it in Lee Joes log
Lee Joe'll tell you I'm original, and by the way Lee Joe my dog!
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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