Lyrics:
goin' crazy, keep the strap on the seat
They thought I was gon' sign with Baby or Master P
When I got my first .380, I was happy for weeks
I remember
Mza-Mza-a-r-k-i-e
I'm tryin a give you h-e-l-p
So I'm a end it off like this
Before you give somebody a kiss
For the one you adore, check them before
You get
Já é Carnaval
Bloco Quem É Essa Ai Papai
Intro: A9 E/G# D9 E
A9 E/G# D9 E
Já é
trattm buon t rong tutt o cor
Pigliatill e mpar'm crè l'ammor
Pigliatill e guard'm p te c mor
Quann sient coccos ma nun sai crè
Nun sacc ch fai, sacc ch
fuckin' my P.O.
I hit it good, she let me smoke on the D-low
I fuck from A.M to P.M
Ayy, thirty-six millimeter watch, we don't do those
Hopped out
A jak al-kaida
B jak biblia
C jak co się tutaj stało
D jak dzieci
E jak ewangelie
F jak fokus
G jak gwiazda
H jak homoseksualizmu
I jak iluzje
J jak
[Verse]
A-B-C
Can you rap with me?
D-E-F
Come on
Feel the melody
G-H-I
Let's keep the rhythm fly
J-K-L
Jump and shout
Oh my!
[Verse 2]
M-N-O-P
Gotta
no surprise that this shit
Flies hi, yes which way, what, when, how, Mr.
Otto D. flip the track right now, I know you've
Heard the others want to be
porch lights
Lets do it, fuck talking, we out here we ballin
And I'm spraying that on these rusty niggas like WD-40
We fucked up, we Truk'd up, no if ands
yaya bi ti candle
To sor ra e d'Oluwa, to ni there is nothing you can't do
To ni ko si isoro to le de ba e laye to o ni handle
To ni gbogbo problem
sweet for him and jealousy got in the way
Let's just say my lover K was kicked to the curb
And my lovers L M N O P have all become a blurb
My lover Q was
p'tit diable rouge.
C’ui qui boit trop, et qui s'tape tout c'qui bouge
J’ai chanté ça, au condé en m’marrant.
J'étais tout seul, en cellule de
p’ chest t parev stran (uh-yeh)
C n’aggia fà e sta vit
Senza nemmanc n’ amic over
Coccos m fa flic
C penz e m’astip e pnzier
Tropp sul rint a casa
a long time gone
Been a long time gone, been a long time gone
If you wanna get to heaven gotta D I E
You gotta put on your coat and T I E
Wanna get
d’vant les condés, il se bouffe le trottoir.
Robert, c'est mon p'tit diable rouge.
C’ui qui boit trop et qui s'tape tout c'qui bouge
C'est la p
le sale giochi le ginocchia sbucciate
I bigliettini scritti alle ragazze
Il festivalbar le notti magiche
E d'improvviso gli anni incerti
Maturità e
Guinness
P.O.W. niggas is found M.I.A.
We move like special forces, Green Beret
Heavily around my throat, I don't play
Shit brand new, back in '89,
mans inside my blunt
You ain't talking cash you ain't talking bout nothing
Just like D. Rose bitch I'm the one
Load it up, can't go for nothing
He
folliculaires
Qui'est-c'qui veut me prêter sa croupe populaire
Qui'est-c'qui veut m'laisser faire, in naturalibus
Un p'tit peu d'alpinisme sur son mont de
shinin', mad diamonds, now what can I say
I'm a mega star, never thought it'd be this way
Niggaz fightin' for the bottom, I feel your pain
I'm
on T
B the one to hate on me
C u man just wanna Pree
D TB for life yeah that's me
E why u moving like That
Fforts are made don't hate dont chat
G you
on T
B the one to hate on me
C u man just wanna Pree
D TB for life yeah that's me
E why u moving like That
Fforts are made don't hate dont chat
G you
got me and this weed
Meeting with me and me and me
Little lady I'm the I in the win
Bitch I'm the E in the beef
Fuck nigga I'm the D in deceased
Yo
Mammà dice che 'e scarpe stanno assaje
Nun m''e accattasso, m''e vennesso
Puortate 'o 'mbrello quanno scinne, sta chiuvenno
Putesse raccuntà ddoje
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