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And make a new direction; take ya next of kin
Out the trap--it's called life; make the best of it
Well, it's the F-I-S-H-S-C-A-L-E-S
You can find me
the jumping
Put your hands up!
Put your hands up
put your f**king hands up
Who is ready to jump?
Who is ready to jump?
Who is ready to jump?
It's all
Yeah, ich cruise im F10, ein Groupie daneben
Körbchengröße Doppel-G wie das Gucci-Emblem
Blick auf die Uhr von Cartier, warte auf 'nen Kartellboss
Aus
you the moon and this beautiful bay
Bow unhook Muster! Set me free!'
Mr. Tee Tot played an F chord minor seven
And he sang just like a lion loose
Zück die Beretta, die Rapper rennen wie Gazell'n)
Du gegen uns ist wie Vectra gegen Hummer
Messer gegen Panzer, F.R. gegen Savas
Diese Rapper sind
F zum A
Dein Arsch wird zerstört, ein Schlag und du stirbst
Ich werde ausfallend wie der Haarwuchs von Curse
Schlage auf dein Kinn, richte
got the F in cock, and the bitch ain't on safety
For you haters that hate me, go on 'head and make me
Unload the whole clip, 'fore I let a nigga take me
I won't let it master me
You're an idiot if you're giving up your masters free
Corporate America is f-ing up the rap game
While we argue about which
(ohh-oh-ohh, all the above)
Uhh, uhh (ohh-oh-ohh)
[Beanie Sigel]
Yeah, Mr. Him F'Real is here
Curbside by Atlanta, got a mill' out there
Billionaires Boys
that
And I take that back, that F and a gold getter
Got a shooter on the building, bullets gonna hit you
And they gonna split you, break it up
I'm the king of the island on a rusty throne.
Who the f**k wants to rule, ruling all alone, alone, alone, alone.
Hey, and though I know it's been
you better keep runnin'
I think I see sumthin, there go my enemy
Only lord knows where this nigga f'nd to be
Tennakee, still the price is as real if
the mess
Wash me off inside, wash me off inside
We're killing ourselves killers
Goddamn we f***ed up the circumstance,
Too late to save us from
babe
You gotta funk, you gotta funk
You gotta F U N & K
Hallo, babe
Walk your body, walk your body
Come on, get down babe, get down
Come on,
was again discovered facing east. In the ensuing months further signs appeared.
[John. F Avedon, In Exile from the Land of Snow]
Being left
money
But I ain't gotta do that G
Cause I'm down with the F-A to the see to the you to the L-T-why
G-nut X-tra Large and S-P-I-see-E make niggas feel
who pay me
Personally give me money daily
Completely crazy
Talk to the streets the streets obey me
Go ahead and hate me
I don't give a 'F' like Weezy
2XL F/Unk & Candy Hill - Magic City
[Intro:UNK]
DJ Unk (okay), we up in Magic City.
Scott Storch, we up in Magic City.
2XL, we up in Magic City.
koopt zij een F16
Ze is veel te snel voor mij
Veel te snel voor mij
Ze loopt de honderd meter
In tien seconden rond
Ik probeer haar wel te volgen
Maar
Cent escaliers cent îles au loin
Le temps est court mais ça fait rien
Un peu de sport ça t’ f’rait du bien… Québec
ist die Clique, H-A-F-T Prototyp
Ich soll ihnen erzählen von meinem Major-Deal
Den ich mit Pelez unterschrieb
A la Neffi signt Messi, Zeit ist Geld,
bouche pis t'frenche en français Smack!
J'jacasse, t'as l'air de penser que j'parle la langue des fat ass
F'at'tention c'est que j'vas fastueusement vite
dipped, sent right back to may pen
Grandma didn't want him, now family wouldn't take him
He thought about work, but he said "f that!"
He got a fake
as the world turns, I let my bud burn
Police writin' down my tags, like I'm concerned
I graduated from the nickels and dimes
You need the F.e.d.'s bitch,
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