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I'mma make you say my name baby I'mma major pain pain Im h.u.s. nigga B****es call me the best nigga F*** the rest nigga I'm Blessed nigga I'm h
NYC and away I run, off to a city with a coat unfathomed. Genesee and the day has come to cast a blow I can't recover from. Om Ohm O(h)m LIC
H&M Pour it up double cup en ik schenk zet het in een fles mix doe niet aan DS uhm Pour it up double up nee geen glass uhm waka in die fabrics fuck de
Glt si chije krta rheta hu m hosh m ni Tu mera wo Nasha jo h kisi b dost pe ni Tu mera wo khayal jo har kisi ki soch m ni Tu mera wo bayan jo har
LBC D-E-F-G I'm H-I off J's bellin in a T-shirt and blue jeans well few dreams ever come true well some do, so nigga say (I'm from the beach too)
and brew thang, knocking some Wu-tang M-E-T-H-Oh shit, look at them lips and them hips on that bitch Dee hit the dip, so I can drop my mackadocious shit
m.p.h. To his office which is 12 miles away And he stops for a coffee on the way for 15 minutes And also puts air in one of his tyres Which has a slow
I want the fuckin' Fortune like the Wheel I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the M-E (T-H-O-D Man)
Man M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN Verse One: Hey, you, get off my cloud You don't know me and you don't
No serán las drogas. No será el alcohol. Sólo hay una cosa para este dolor: 4h06423 m15 p3n45 c0n 105 v1d30ju3g0s. No serán mujeres. No será el
years I spent here I grew up within these halls Within these main street walls H-O-M-E I wanna go home H-O-M-E Take me home
while your ship goes down H.M.S. Loneliness Make yourself hard to find They can't hurt what's invisible Make yourself small A loneliness complex An empty
Gotta stay paid Baby I hate broke This ain't H&M this Versace coat Catch that fade Nigga I get low And the stick gotta drum You don't gotta
I said J-H-U-M-P, Ohhh I said J-H-U-M-P, I said I said J-hump! Ohh J-hump J-hump hump J's gonna hump 'till he hump no more He's gonna hump you 'till
blow (Not an angel from heaven) (Not an angel from heaven, she's an H&M Girl) And they follow her from her corridor To the city shore, to her bedroom
Gestern hab' ich ihn gesehen Er schien direkt im Schaufenster zu stehen Ja, es war bei H&M, ich geh da auch ganz gerne hin Er hat gelächelt und
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
suttin' And break me off wit some of the O's or suttin' The M-e-m-p-h man, Memph Bleek don't play We all gotta eat Swiss Beats make ?em say Money Drugs
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-I-m
and I'm h-o-t Oh, tell her I'm Mario, Oh, that I'm a Romeo So, why don't you let her know? Can you hook it up for me? [Chorus] I'm feeling your
The blunts and brew thang, knockin' some Wu-tang M-E-T-H-Oh shit, look at them lips and them hips on that bitch Dee hit the dip, so I can drop my mackadocious
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.
in a bus state-to-state So I stay up late with a tape, or meditate My bed is travellin' at fifty-five m.p.h. When we make it to la, I'll still be
copy P L O I A K G I are A The ideal copy I M F P I are A P P A I M F H The ideal copy S O S L O P P I be see H you T The ideal copy I T I K
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