Lyrics:
confidant
She'll nag you to death and she'll drag you
Man you've gotta get rid of that debutante
She'll nag you to death and by inches
Will suck all
Yo Dan, drop them damn drums!
(HOOK)
[Verse 3]
Down south players handle big money business
Can't you see the 20 inches while we gleamin' on y'all
trust when I say you'll be scared of me
You've never felt how I'll make you feel
You will love my two inches of steel
CHORUS
[ lyrics taken from CD booklet ]
Heeeeey
What's happenin, y'all?
This is Tyrone Chillinfoot down with the funky Tung Twista, baby
[number] inches
she wanna be my missus
Netflix and we're chillin'
Bare hugs and kisses
Now she just gassed, man, ugh
She after Tech9 inches
Ey, now she got man
eres
Pones a los celosos a darse
Contra la paredes
Comay que bochinche
Ta' que bota chinche'
Y eso no se rompe baby
Por mas que se inche
Mami tu estas
way
Speak up stand and finish with arms raised
That’s the strength of a dreamer, fill my team up
Stay the Perelli’s 20 inches on the Beamer
Money
miro pal techo pecho a lo.hecho hacha en esto hasta el final, desde el analógico al digital
visto ancho con doce inches paso del chinche con toda mi
dem grudge mi
Journey
Verse 2
Every day ina mi life is like a fashion week
Mi nauh fi chat to a gal mi meck mi fashion speak
Ten inche stilettos Weh mi
Ace Bogart arrived at 11:42 pm
7 pounds 10 ounces and 19 inches long
Me and Tanya got a healthy little cowpoke thanks to God,
And y'all you got this
me
One day I'll have the game in a clinch
To any hater, I be going Marshawn Lynch
Hold my dick, all four and half inches
Or catch me when I'm soft, get
of fingers and thumbs
From a hair line of fractures
Cracks spread from the rafters
By inches and fractions
The world is collapsing
In the hell and high water
gone spend it ass nigga, I love a old trickin' ass nigga
Eight inches long dick ass nigga, Got the funds, he gone spend it ass nigga, I ain't payin' for
ritmo rapita 7inche nu be s7inita
fuce zumpa balla e rita, fuce zumpa balla e rita,
fuce zumpa balla e rita
e allora
fuce ci sta bae qua la zita
zumpa ci
sorrow and misfortunes, I'm a problem and a half
Burning all my bridges by the inches, fuck a plan
My only plan is suicide, what the fuck you think?
You
And the dirt with the spade maybe two inches wide
And you kneel on your knees, go to lay them inside
But you lay down instead, and you slept as if dead for
inche la polla a mi despídete
Santaflow solo come pienso de perro
Lo entiendes
Español de pura cepa con el flow de una liendre
Te digo la verdad mi
Should I stay insistent or should I let it slide?
I think I'd go the distance and keep my head up high
Feel like I'm inches from the finish, but I'm
brought to town, his were in great demand
Big and juicy beauties with claws eight inches round
You couldn’t help but get excited when old Goliath came
to solely measure up inches
And instead I got you bitchin'
For this thing called love
Why's it superficial?
Why at night your crying by yourself say I ain't
on the hunt I call the play it's 4th and inches
You can see me out in front I made the way it's rags to riches
I remember yelling up to God "don't take away my
bitches is weak, you ain't getting to me
Little ho, this is my pedestal
He likes the way my ass sits YES!
He likes the way my inches swing YES!
costed him
to blow up, so either join or start backing up
Take her to the Acura, dick so big you're smashing guts
Six inches just good enough to fuck the gluteus
because I'm still willin' to fight and die for that inch
Because that's what livin' is
The six inches in front of your face
Papa, hörst du das, wie sie
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