Lyrics:
Dyke bitches all over my dick, that's priceless
I just fuck 'em if they're wet like Pisces
Wives is jealous of the bitch I'm with cause they almost F'd
of
Democracy
Red is the blood
Of American boys
In their hands there's guns
Where there once were toys
They leave behind feelings
Children and wives
When the time had come
Many times before
Many lives before
Many wives before
When every mother's child
Every father's son
Joined the regiments
Where are all the good men?
We got divorced guys, lonely guys, men who never leave their wives
Tell me: Where have all the good men gone?
Tell me:
tribes
For honor and fortune have men left their wives
Lust for destruction has confused their minds
Changed into monsters they don't want to be
sores.
Join me in my search for power.
Wives and husbands bring your kin.
We´ll be as one within the hour.
Let the sabbat now begin.
Come, come,
Harder than ridin' with kilos of coke
Harder than tryna make millions off dope
Harder than tryna make wives out of hoes
I am the heart of the streets
just caught up in Los Angeles
Rodeo drive, chic salons full off
Unsatisfied wives!
Lease me a car, a VIP they say I've gotta be
Cause you won t get
tribes
For honor and fortune have men left their wives
Lust for destruction has confused their minds
Changed into monsters they don't want to be
When I see you with another guy, jealous thoughts of homicide
Call me selfish when I say Abraham has many wives
You say this is the 90's, either it's
When I see you with another guy, jealous thoughts of homicide
Call me selfish when I say Abraham has many wives
You say this is the 90's, either it's
tribes
For honor and fortune have men left their wives
Lust for destruction has confused their minds
Changed into monsters they don't want to be
something that's long overdue
The disrespect to women has got to be through
To all the mothers and the sisters and the wives and friends
I want to offer my
When I see you with another guy, jealous thoughts of homicide
Call me selfish when I say Abraham has many wives
You say this is the 90's, either it's
When I see you with another guy, jealous thoughts of homicide
Call me selfish when I say Abraham has many wives
You say this is the 90's, either it's
Meet our band of merry men
Shake the hand of every one
We'll eat your food and steal your wives
Buy us beers we're friends for life
We only shoot
tell the boy as far as he is able
To respect his wives and love his concubines?
Shall I tell him everyone is like the other
And the better
ain't got no time nigga I ain't got no time
My OG's told me don't fold over no dime get yo doe behold & wives
My peace is vital I walk away so fine do
speak that vibrant sht
Til I'm vibin on an island wit
5 a wives child and whips shinin in
Parkin lot , the bullsht I'll be far from dawt
Move like
Ahh boy
Hey boy you are the hunk with the trunk
Back in the front little funky junk
Hey boy we are the braines no wives
You tell me sinful beautiful
And all these intersections
Where we've been kept and left in
I wonder why God keeps us alive?
To what are we even destined?
Will we have wives
Alisha
तू कहाँ मैं कहाँ
तू कहाँ मैं कहाँ
Hey boy funky junk
Hey boy hey boy hey boy beautiful wives
Hey boy you are the hunk with the trunk
Back in
years
I don’t listen to them
Their wives or their children
But you for check my convoy
I just add one new benz
Oh boy I’m so prudent
Pharmacists dey sell
wives bed, cause I'm so red
I'm a blind sooboo, and fuck you too
I'll fuck your mom, yeah back to the MILFS
Yeah I fucked your mom in the mailbox
Cause I
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