Lyrics:
to do
Knock your boots until I begin to sprout
Give you something to brag to your friends about
After a date I'm the type to get pissed
When y'all girls
Dinosaur boots wit the motherfuckin matchin coat
I'm dynamite like J.J.
Me and Baby
Damn, Damn, Damn is what the bitches say
[Baby]
I visit my mama grave 3
an accident, roof level
Outta elevator in a skyscraper in the clouds
I hung up
Ran to the bathroom to clean my Air One's up
I would rock the Timb boots
But they
The, bloods and crips meet, heaven's concrete
But, my soul is good, everlastin'
What's on the bottom of my boots no diff I'm stompin' hard
I've been
mit Dschinns und Schaitan
Egal, ob Schicksal oder Kismet
Das Leben setzt mir Hörner auf und schmeckt nach Pisse
Packets in den Boots, immer wenn wir
Hetzjagd, nie wieder wie gestern
Und ich lande im Knast wenn ich Pech hab'
Ich sitze mit meinen Brüdern im selben Boot
Drumrum kein Anstand, ehrenlos
Klim in jou Kadett, gee 'n bietjie vet, ek sê voelit
Ek sê bringit
Wat sit daar onder jou bonnet?
Park hom by my party, maak die boot oop, hy gooi
know where to look
See a mouse to a foot
Don't wanna end up wasted lackin no boot
I disgrace it for the sticker
From my lime Paul shoe
With a jammy I am
to watch me get off
Soopa making a cold manouver, I'm talking to you
Can you shine this boots I'm knocking and running through you?
Drop the Boo-ya
not with hoops
And while you shop for boots, I shop for coupes
Gas cats like Exxon with the Lex' on
Not a lot salute, I'm too hot for dude
Plus
yea I'm shakin my nuts (hold it tight)
And it was, regular shit havin fun wit my troops (uhh huh)
Yeah, get in the party have our guns in boots (stash
hasse euch alle, alle, alle
Einfach alle, alle, alle, yeah!
Für den Malle-Trip alle paar Wochen
Ja, so geht das Grab malochen
Dein Haus, dein Boot
the Dazzey Duks on
Hey, you, in the black boots
Knee high with the Dazzey Duks
Looking real fly while in cahoots
In the park where I can meet you
I'm
tried to come and get me
Bail was like a hunnid fifty, ain't wanna eat, my stomach empty
Love? I wanted plenty, couldn't get it
Boots too tight, them
tell a nigga, "Kill the witness"
New Gucci boots look like Timbs, though
All my life, my pops had a Benzo
Charlie said he gotta do eleven months
I'm
(Panamera, yeah)
Mein erster Wagen war dicker als der von mei'm Klassenlehrer (Klassenlehrer)
Wer macht jetzt Welle? Wir sind Jungs, die mit dem Boot kamen
Hmmm ikebe super
Bobby farm fresh
You can't touch her (Armless)
Genevieve looking tight actress
You gonna need a trap to boot or pack this
Ibadi e lulu
thru her crib in my undies
Honie in the back room screamin roll bundi
Cuz when I knock da boots, the horror, the horror
I'm orphan annie, hon, see ya
I am my own crew
And I know it taste better then a soul food
But you can't buy my love with a cold boot
Do I make love
I was wiped out
Think
cannibal leaf a maggot
I'll gay bash a faggot
I knock boots with dirty prostitutes like Jimmy Swaggart
Yo I'm unkillable like AIDS
I can't wait
boot
Santa Clause is dead, you'll die from cancer, duke
I'm Dreamin of a White Christmas, I sniff this 8-ball of coke
Then knock on your door like
out the precinct this season it's always Timb boots
Benz coupes parked up on Dikeman pick up my kids food (skrrt)
Bing bong, army jacket liner look
her?
Vor allem in diesem Alter
Weil da kein Glück und Verstand war
Warst du allein auf 'nem Boot ohne Anker
Wie du als Kind nur Scherben sahst
vula le boot,
Yini wamela le (Ivulekile iboot?)
Iyo yo jo
Iyo yo jo
Iyo,yo jo
Iyo,yo jo
Ijimaphi le weight (Mina ngijima ngesihlabathi solwandle)
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