Lyrics:
head is saying yes but my feet is stallin'
So many walkin', by the end they fallin'
But I got to have it, like Eve and the apple
She had to grab it, I
Sei que se achou que isso era Sad (Ei! Uh!)
Relaxa que vou tira vc da bad (Ei! Uh!)
Tocando guitarra tipo Gun's n Roses (Ei! Uh!)
Quero money mas não
Tarantino
The only gun in the room held by a gringo
Cinco de Mayo, powder to the pyro
Sing a lullaby to you stans like I'm Dido
It's proven suicidal
you like the basic boys?
They don't make a choice,
baby I know you love rock,
let's listen gun's n roses
you wanna a bad,
you wanna bad life life,
that sound
Bad apple of the bunch like a black sheep
Demand action, fuck politicking, talk is cheap
Definition of insanity, US government
Subject be too
this statement
It's not about East or West
It's about n****z and b****es
Power and money, riders and punks
Which side are you on?
Gun c***ed, six
Root rose above it so I can,
Sit back n laugh, relax
With a spliff in my hand,
Pour it in the sand for the mans
We just tryna stack a hundred grand
Rap
2000 Jon be why'all, N.A.S. why'all
To the def why'all, come on, get it right
Look at them brown nosein' my click pullin' up with purple
a revolver
My sex is a killer
Do you wanna die happy?
Do you wanna die happy?
I let it bang, bang
You've been hit by a smooth criminal
A bad girl
I
Some bwoy a do talk-by shooting
Breeze cock dem tongue
Nuttin but some loaded lips
You know how we roll
When dem a mek noise, we nuh mek noise
Dem a go
nigh?
I'm a rich merchant ship bound for fair London Town
London Town, London Town
Would you please for to let me pass by?
"Oh no, oh no", cried Henry
an a-hole, AK holes
Think face blows
And understand I'm talkin' money by the case loads
Gun off safety, I'm in safe mode
I will hold court until the case
to die
It's all dying
Birds are crying
Sun is down low
Rivers won't flow
Rose with his gun and went outdoors
By my window did what was needed
Rose with his
in self made labyrinths
Thirteen hours to escape
David Bowie 86
Guns N Roses 87
Got an Appetite for Slim
Eminem has been my hero ever since
and Method Man
Rock a bye baby from the rooftop
When the guns blow your cradle gets rocked
When the earth quakes and the sky starts to fall
from afar, like a dark star
They think I'm dangerous
They think I'm really bad
I'm just making up for what I never had
Go out every night whenever I
Uh, uh, uh, huh
Clipse
(Clipse)
Exclusive shit
(Exclusive shit)
Yeah, who
Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
This
(You lil bitch)
Guns and roses for my bad bitch
Things you did I can't forget this
Guns and roses for my bad bitch
Things you did I can't forget this
bitches who clippin' your dick off
I'm a boss champagne with the steak
Pink rose jay sittin' ace by tha case
Brisco line to young nigga what it do
He
a** instrumentals/
So I can get this s**t all chromed out/
Painted candy apple green/
The wettest s**t a n***a ever seen/
If daddy dollars cant do
Hook x3
[Big Chan]
I'm still the greatest
I'm pretty
I'm still the greatest
[Layzie Bone]
And I'ma bad man
[Big Chan]
Hot child in the city
a fucking ass-hole
He makes me sick talking by guns n' roses
I'm an old fashioned rocker, tired of bad drinks
Listening the song of angels: ice rocks in
boys,don't play rock 'n' roll
Nice boys, don't play rock 'n' roll
I'm not a nice boy!
Sweet sixteen she was fresh and clean
Wanted so bad to be part
[Lil Wayne - Verse 1]
Man, I aint got nothing but some p-ssy and some paper
I keep a bad bitch like a muthaf-cking laker
I don't love them hoes, f-ck
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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