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where we selling rocks, 
 Afrika bambaataa sh-t, 
 Home of the hip hop, 
 Yellow cap, gypsy cap, dollar cab, holla back, 
 For foreigners it aint fitted

Tanned, feeling gold
Wild birds and gypsy girls
Hot skin, gold hair
Heaven's talking in the summer air
Dressing up in shells
Wild desert, alone land

Mystical gypsies are nothing to play with
Yall are playing with fire

Ke bona mashala
Tjhesitse banna
Ke tjhesitse banna
Me ta famba
Famba emoyeni like

She might’ve caught me slipping like Wilder against the Gypsy
Now it’s risky 
If i book this room that’s 250
Ahhh

This ain’t nothing new to me
Girl you

But I like to think she ain't to blame
That gypsy blood runs through her veins
She wasn't made to stay
Even to this day

She runs through

móvil, pero no me llama
Hicimos mucho money solo con la tana
En medio de la city, pensando en las Bahamas
Shout-out para mis gypsies, amor a mi Gitana

of entropy

Far across the plains, in a gypsy band she plays
She navigates the rains in a desert masquerade

And willow won't break, willow won't take
Willow

I wanna see Paris with you in the springtime
Buy an old RV and drive it out to L.A.
Act stupid and crazy
Be gypsies, have babies
And remember it

duftet nach Gypsy Water, frisch geordert bei Mister Porter
Misserfolg hab' ich nicht im Wortschatz
Hab' noch keinen gesehen der meinen Klickrekord knackt

the living at The Gypsy D'Lounge
It's the last place around where smoking's not only allowed They've made it compulsory now
Slow down, these old hound dogs

Living through the haze of a world and I can't seem to grip it's reality
Facing all the temptations like I'm living in a world full of gypsies
Turning

Gypsy Queen on tape cassette
The smell of road cigarettes
Up and down Highway 93
cugust days carefree
 
Rose Rouge over Rogers Pass
Wipe the Windows,

freddo
Io vado di fretta

Con dei G dentro un Jeep oro giallo come un Gypsy
Submariner pepsi lei più la sua bestie
Culo grosso per la bianca fa la nasty
So

I was born for you
                I don't need the dime-store gypsy
                To tell me you'll be true

When you're far away, girl
No one

godfellas ομως δεν ειναι φίρμες
Ο gypsy ο killer με 4 sticks

Sprite me Lean
Μπάτσοι ψάχνουνε τα keys
Αλλαξα περιοχή
Ξέρεις οτι τα παιδιά μου θα είναι

PLcN-IT EcRTH

Oh, the waters brown, 
cnd the sky is falling down,
The gypsy king has lost his crown, 
Watching the stagnant water drown.
 
Oh,

(Aye)
(What is a gypsy?)

Shawty, du bist Fuego
Story auf privat, du kennst das Spiel
Damit dein Ex nix sieht
Pushe leise dein Ego
Baby, hol'

got to close the Gypsy down
It's Labor Day evening It's Labor Day evening It's Labor Day evening She's gone

Oh, sailor (Sailor, sailor)
I'm drifting (Drifting)
On a broken-down raft
Oh sailor
Where's my gypsy man?
I think I heard a woman laugh
Oh, sailor

back to yourself here, too We can meet at the Gypsy;
We can meet on the beach
We can meet at The Breakers or on this very dune
You swore there'd be no

PLcN-IT EcRTH

Oh, the waters brown, 
cnd the sky is falling down,
The gypsy king has lost his crown, 
Watching the stagnant water drown.
 
Oh,

don't need a gypsy (Don't one)
I don't need those potions 
Running through me 
(Don't need em)
My third eyes open (Uh huh) 
Wit my intuition



Chorus


I

have to sweat to get paid
'Cause if you got a gimmick
Gypsy girl, you got it made

All them uh and then uh
And that uh, uh, uh
Ain't gonna spell

Gazelles like hammer too glimmers in the phantom
Stand alone dick wide enough to fuck the Grand Canyon
Tyranosaurus eX six simple Tyranus 
Band of gypsies