Lyrics:
dealing with
Invisible can't see me on my worst day
Ironman Lebron ten son i don't play
That girl u with she looking from ya blindside
Curious lick her
cornflakes
Tørrer munden med tusindlapper
Jeg styrter på dit tudefjæs
Du' en bums du' en ussel makker
Nyder mig et luderhvæs
Et eller andet x 2
Hey hey hey
And everybody's gonna die,
Everybody's trying to have a, a good time,
I think ya, I think ya know the reason why.
Saw a bum that was sitting on the corner yesteday
Looked everywhere tryin' to find that gal of mine
I just found an ice cold pilow layin' by me side
[Chorus x3]
Well there ain't no moonlight
There
STRING
cND c SONG LEFT TO BE SUNG
I'LL PcCK UP THESE BcGS cND HEcD ON DOWN THE ROcD
WHEREVER THE HIGHWcY FINDS THIS OL' ROLLING STONE
THcT'S WHERE I Cc
Don King or Donald Trump
Who most, Exploits the dumb?
Makes, Money off bums
Only here?, Or make it great again?
I know what, You listen to
Not what,
stay sick But I had xhicken Pox alot
Made an alBum wit my Blood named a song ocelot
That shyt neva made tha droP
But it aint like it wasn't gone PoP
Too
it, mi luv cocktail (x2)
Composed by generous
Amount of affection (x3)
Dash of adoration
Feelings concentration
Garnished (x3) by tenderness
Served wid
the Remy we were doing the thing
[Chorus: x2]
Now I don't know about chu
But I would like to get wit two (ah)
Nice honeys while I'm chillin' by
would be so amazed by the things that I can tell...
[Hook:]
I got troubles with in, troubles with out.
Making it threw but tryin' to figure it out.
I walk by, through the birds breathin' the sky breathin'
Whistles trembling oh talkin' bout those lives they're livin'
We're all looking for a way
them all
All white with the platinum brows for when the body be pumping through the mall.
They be stricken by the backside, I’m bout seventy-two inches
nigga like Super Fly
Ion do regular whips
I like immaculate shit
I’m in a different bracket bih
You niggas go to the lot
And cop a X6
I got to the lot
a dog ran out of the town
Go right, there's nothing left
Unholy spirit like it parches his throat i said
Your neighbor's eyes are on your wife
Ten
Now I get my bread up on my own, or with my bitch
It's either real or is it fake, but it's hard to find out which
And I can't beef, with no bum, who
Homemade and brought to school
By a friend of mine 'n' after class
Me and him and this other fool decide that we'll drink up what's left
Chug-a-lug, so we
bunda pro ar!
Ninguém paga seus contas bebê, han...
Ninguém paga seus contas bebê...
Trava, destrava, mira, aponta...
KA... BUM...
No baile da 10 do
holy Disciples
New Disciples rose,
one by one, ten by ten
All met under the Desert Moonlight
Knowledge fired across the Landscape
Sparks that
hold yo head, keep 10 toes on the ground. Keep it G but if they bugging hit em off wit some rounds. Bum he told me that shit funny if it's as good it
bums around and wastes our days)
He's like an anchor being tied to me
(Tied around my waist)
And you know you have to but you don't know how
(Go!
Of His glory around me
I'm awake
And I have been made new
By the One who has found me
Words just can't say enough
When all I can feel is love
you in a rum lake
I Gun fakes, smoking weed making beats that make your bum shake
I start to rapping to and I'm tapping where your thong sits
So
Beefing with my Haters maybe They Jealous coz they ain't
Getting paper its not
My Fault you a Lazy
Bum that road to Success i don't Wanna walk I wanna Run
favours and he embarrassed us by slapping us in public when we were younger
In Tunisia, he slapped my sister on the bum so many times that another tourist
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