Lyrics:
Alot of record labels been trying to get the bacon
By making a brother into something he is not and
You're better of and dammer on a farm picking cotton
at wiz, catch the steelers
Smelling like high time at the 50 yard line
Ushers bugging wanna check our tickets
[Chorus]
[Wiz Khalifa]
And um, my niggas
"oh my god, flo you are so beautiful."
"also, i love that you call me flo because my name is Lawrence. madness
and um, you're the second person in my
outfits if a nigga talking shit knock um out quick stomp a whole in his ass then we out bitch damn nigga fucked up my new shoes blood on my shirt damn that
are far from equality
That's right! I think I need a place to be me
And that's um...
T-O-K-Y-O, the best and...
T-O-K-Y-O, it's different from the rest
picture by the fire
Boy you know you're my one desire
You look so good in the purple and orange glow
I think deep down deep down you know
Just exactly how
Sexually transmitted but wrose than any STD
This one meant death was well, um gauranteed
Time is what decided between the inevitability
Back then you only
by myself an i be rolling
Fish bowl on the whip
Face card good
Pockets fat af an the swollen
This me at your door aint bo catfishing Send shooters
Yeah, man, um
Trapped On Cleveland 2
SS241 in Bleveland
250 Block Life
Due to the fact, nigga, millions and billions on the table
Keed
Talk
is that the seed of a man chosen by God must not be wasted
Run away, that's the plan, live above the grave
None is safe, I see the pain
Zivilisation
Maschinen und Konstruktionen
Kommen im Feuer um
Die Tränen räumen alles
cus ihrem Weg
Die Erde weint Stahltränen
Über das Leben
Die Stahltränen
ein gravar med spaden
Sotti sopar i bygd og by
Og folk fara siste ferdi
Og sume falla og sume fly
Det ser inkje blidt ut i verdi
Du heve no trøytt so
of the rich man
I've been living this poor – well
I guess for
Forever, and I bet I will forever more
Barely eking by
Seeking out the dollar stores
For
Sie aber weiß um dieses Licht
Und sie denkt immer daran
In der Glut des Hasses
Wallt die Macht
Sie sammelt sich
Mit jedem neuen Tag an
Sie wird stärker
I have been redeemed
By: Pellé Price
Intro:
Here we are.... Yea
V1:
Look I'm writing this letter, Lord I need your help
dienen
Um Leben zu atmen
Das hat keinen Sinn
Du bist ein Mensch
Darauf steht der Tod
Du bist kein Mensch
Satanische Endlösung!
Nur auserwählte Krieger
Yeah, yeah, um
Class is in session, please get by the bar
Ladies, first position (Yung Dza)
I wanna see you tucking in that butt, haha (go,
Ghetto mit
Dem Finger am Lauf
Ich zünd' per Knopfdruck und lauf
Und randalier' mit Gewalt
Es geht um Goldbarren und
'ner Platinkette am Hals
Ich bin der
Niggas turned on in the game
Leavin' 'em dead
I play by the rules, niggas is playin' chess
With the same mindset
I'm livin' with no regrets
I found out
a magazine photo shoot
You can see, already in love with a beauty queen
Ambie Smith, that's her name
Always by me when I'm after fame
But I'm not now, no I'm
Written by: P Bailey
I want to work in my love can you feel it Can you see it baby It's just the way that it's done,
Don't hide it...justify it
my dream
As the world keep turning
Always say what I mean
And what about my dreams? City of the angels
Rescued by a man who is no angel
And who's
hardly
Heavy on the Bob, fix it with the Marley
Rastafar-i, revize see
Rastastar, wisdom guidance and protection
Guided by the light of perfection
Next um
Roll on the song and um, this beat's blasting
In radios, parks, clothes emporiums
House speakers and school auditorium
You can tell by the new def Fila's
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