Lyrics:
Bout de Bois
Mon album bientôt dispo sur toutes les plateformes de streaming
IZIIIIIII
Bout de bois au micro
BLLLL
Dans la vie j'suis plutôt chanceux
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
This is an open letter to all of our fans
They were very worried from our last song
Our friends including me, my mom
patterns get you twisted sideways
And I'm the head honcho, sport golden tonsils
Inventing new styles all the time like pronto
Four by four, runnin' over
Or get punched by Conor McGregor
Than get on a song with you bro
Let's make it official
In the year two thousand and never
I would rather drink Clorox
nigga toting onna drake
Heard that pussy got a choppa tell him put that shit away
Like if you really wanna do it lil nigga we can bang
Ay like if you
all restless
I don't french kiss unless it's 50 cent
Vivica,we can share him like the president
Tabloids,I don't care,it's irrelevant,I'm heaven sent
Looking back I can still remember
The day a stranger came to town
He didn't say much of anything
So why did everybody
Try and put him down?
I
I'd take a ride
And soon Miss Fanny Bright
Was seated by my side;
The horse was lean and lank
Misfortune seemed his lot,
We ran into a drifted bank
He'd greet me with a body slam
And can go beat down Absorbing Man
I bring him some and he'd bring back more
That was us the Fantastic Four
Yeah
that
Twenty-four acres and a mule
Best believe that they say he got smoke
Like where the weed at?
And everything you hope, bitch nigga, we that
Pockets
to my head
So high that I’m dead haven’t reached that level yet
I just had a nightmare this is what the devil said
Yup
I remember last album songs
In the morning fun when no one will be drinking any more wine
I'll wake the sun up by givin' him a fresh air full of the wind cup
And I won't be
a VIP
I wear a plain t-shirt they see my jeans
Truly religious, so I wear true religus
And they're authentic you can
See by the seems
In by twelve so we
Artist Name: El Software Del Piano
Álbum Title: Holla At Ur Boy
Song Name: Prende Tu Planta
Song Lyrics:
Intro: Voz Autora
Coro 1
Y si se te
Sahneye ilk çıktığımda 300 kişi vardı
Yarısından fazlası da zorla bilet aldı
Ben hiçbir buk içmiyorken 9 albüm yaptım
2 sene bir o kadar albüm çöpe attım
It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
Won't you stay the night
Blessings pass you by
Look up at the sky
Just enjoy the ride
On the other side
I'll let God decide
Floating through
and the dreary stare of a dog whose day is done,
As he watered the green stuff in his glass, and the drops fell one by one.
Then I got to figgering who he was,
can't seem to wipe this smile off my face
Life's a happy song when there's someone by my side to sing along
When you're alone life can be a little
of doubt
Then the woman reappeared
With a blank spread smile
Took him by the rose
Then he turned to stone
Yeah, she handed him a rose
Left him all
goal is to blow up, and then act like I don't know nobody
That last album, that put out is fucking trash
Like hip-hop battles, the Grime class is all
tell him all in all we ain't never falling off
Album of the year, he said mazel tov
Spitting it cold like Häagen-Dazs
Chill bro you think you up next
(castro) but think four tracks are wack
Lost in the ozone and all your mixdowns sound like crap
Hiding lack of intellect behind hipster catch phrase
The secret sweetness of their sin
[Chorus:]
A young girl
A young girl of sixteen
Child of springtime still green
Laying there by the road
He told her
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