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hotter than the summer and Bold enough to smolder you We the Road Warriors, the Road Warriors Yo Sadat X, Sweetenberg connect The Goons of Snow let loose
be on my South Park shit, smokin' the cat piss (smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke) Rest in peace, X, that's vro, and we don't forget shit (ayy, ayy) That
your hands up, get your hands up Yeah, E to da X, So to da well D to da I All the ladies get your hands up, get your hands up, get your hands up, get
with ease Every single time I smell your bullshit, I sneeze One, two, three, yeah, I know my ABC's W, X, Y, Z, yeah, suck on these No one does it
a land of total excess She's gonna be my triple x She says cash or credit, baby, no cheque Gonna be my triple x, no cheque Las Vegas, Nevada Down
difícil Quem diz que não Mas sem ela meu velho, complicação Ô Pode crê, to sabendo em X, tamo no combate Não é fácil, mas é nóis e a rapa toda, Né Olha ali
in my head. Some say I OD'd off that X, what they gon' say next? Grandma died, momma House, lemme talk to ya. Niggas hate, but I don't drive by, I walk
et du beurre, fils, petits bâtards, j'connais leurs vices J'arrive en r'tard, j'ai pas d'heure fixe J'la baise, elle r'part en Uber X, j'la baise,
Dritte Welt ist abgefuckt, mach' Miesen aus dem Dschungel O L E zu dem X, блядь Mic-Check mein Mixtape, die Charts sind gefickt Ich hab alles im Griff
żyć Ayy, 9 żyć (wow), 9 żyć (wo-wow), 9 żyć Jest mi za nich wstyd, męczą żółtoczarne sny Jestem Mr. X, przemieszczam się, Bumblebee Martwych ludzi
my heart, I'm in too deep, yeah I sip red, I watch it bleed yeah, bleed I watch it bleed yeah, bleed You know I'm in too deep I pop X, can't sleep
ya'll don't really know what it do I drop jewels in your head like it's Purell shampoo Martin Luther King & Malcolm X, Don' and Baby U Spit the gospel in
[XV - Verse 1] Uh, sun in my eyes, cause I'm lookin so high up My zipper must be down the way a n-gga bout to fly up Labels coming after X, wise up
eating rappers for breakfast (Say what!) I, hope one day I be getting Depay like Memphis (Damnnn! bruh) Hey, shoutout to Dave, Sean X, Posi, Jade and Sir
Prince maniaque Mon pote Jong Kim d'la Corée alane érouane Pour Adiazare la prison c'est comme on dit? Nikus Ano, Balistik Kla-C X, tous les ptit's Arold
hates all that sad shit She don't wan no slow shit, want some fast shit She just wants to rave and dance to house shit, on molly, x, or acid, Then she
AB che moltiplica A2B2 che moltiplica A2B2 fratto Alfa, vuoi un caffè? No, perché A2 più B2 è uguale a A2 più A2 più B2 fratto X, che poi è lo
Hell yeah Wreck a rider, Wall Street insider Pyrex cooker, sense on me provider Hell yeah I cheated, on both of the broads And I delete the next X, if
X, from Vic, wanna get, with scribe, in live, like a 0-5, I got vibe, Like a beehive, and when the mother from the squid of a pimp, of tha sea side,
B, the 1 to the 5th, icing, I'm pledging allegiance, yeah We playing no games, actually placing the league just now I, to the X, sorted in national
Blackstone There's no presto in my manifesto So, take the L, cause you can't take the ZL Neither the X, so I don't suggest trial While, comin off is like
facturi in maini Funny-n instanta Am ars-o pacifist mancand un Barni in Panzer Pan' am dat pe Radio X, DJ Money si Moatze Cine? Asa le zic eu astora care
the guns and the coke Who shot Lennon and Malcolm X, one in his throat I'm an old soul that hold but probably young as the Pope Reincarnated as a prophet
X, the unexplained Praising heroes with hidden pasts You thought that this was good Only if you knew the truth Would it change the outlook? Your first
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