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King Circle Angie Street Dale Street Ann Street R.I.P Da Cafe R.I.P Da Cafe R.I.P Da Cafe Bus 67 scoop me up I'm out and ready Make da block scoop up
slow now Fussin and fighting while we on the clock Watch it go around 5 p.m. and I'm just getting started 6 p.m. and nobody go harder I'm doing the shit
jours Et dans cette marrée noire Tu vas en chier bâtard ! P4 du contingent Comme ça pas autrement Maintenant qu't'es au service De l'armée nationale Tu
T'es p't'être pas un ange J'suis p't'être pas le diable Mais vu c'qu'on mélange Ça peut finir mal Es-tu rentrée Moi je n'le suis pas On pourrait
I'm a prodigy, R.I.P Thun-Thun (Thun) Got these bitches shook, they shocked, no stun-gun I'm the billy, billy goat, the goat, the goat's here (here)
really movin these p's through Atlanta I put promethazine all in the Fata Whole lotta ones nigga we changed the channel I turn to a ghost when I hop in
Come on Come on [ VERSE 1 ] Do this, ugh, come on, come on Time to get wreck and kick the so on and so on The I-see-e-T O.G. M.C. L.A.P
Pushing on that p It's worth it Industry too fake I got to make it I bring hope n Light to people With no life I'm trying To fight it Just dive in Head
nowhere near The best years of your life I guess I'll see you in the mirror When you're a grown man P.S. go hug Aunt Rita every chance you can
p.m., it's mayhem She switches the brights up Lights up and gives me a call Take me to the Fireflies ball But when I get her there Set her there
Yeah G-Nice B.E.S. 音と言葉のディーラー A.K.A. Music Hustler 俺のLifeをパッケージしてSell Listen 東京 煙たくむせる 肉を切らせず骨を断つ呼吸法 体得 チップとリングを内蔵 ポケットの中はパンチラインとJoint M.V.P
Wintertime up in London it gets tricky I would give you love but that shit is risky If I had no p’s would you still pick me Don’t you tell nobody
dulo-dulo P-a-t-e-r-o-s pateros P-a-t-e-r-o-s pateros P-a-t-e-r-o-s pateros Sumakay lang at hayaang ilipad Sa ibabaw ng saya mapapadpad Sunugin na ang
Ask are you okay? And then she'll say Tryna make it to the end Of the day but I'm fucking Fine It's a R.I.P.tide in the USA It's a R.I.P.tide in
Pobrezinho, onde há carinho Alegria pão e vinho Entra o Sol e o luar pelo telhado Cada um com sua chama P'ra beijarem o Senhor crucificado Que está sobre
mess with me 'Cause I'm full of P and V Firecracker Yodel lil' lay, yodel lil' lay Firecracker, a little stick of dynamite full of TNT Firecracker,
Μπηκα σε κυκλωμα, thc Θα πεθανω συντομα, rip Περνω το cake, Young P Μπορει να με ξερεις, Young P Θελω μια bad bitch, cardi b Σκοτωνουν τα παντα τα
desacerto a quem chamam amor Adormeci lentamente em teus braços Que me trazem e envolvem no mundo Olha por mim Volta depressa p'ra meu bem Arde sem fim
Lugar que me permite gargalhar Ah! Ha! Há! Há! Há! Há! Há! Há! Há! E lá é proibido proibir É o meu país de sonho e fato P'ra quem tem grosso ou fino
g-g-g-got all these b-b-b-b-bills to pay And what the f-f-f-f-fu-f-f-fuck am I supposed to say T-t-t-t-to my wife she's p-p-p-p-pregnant And if the kid does
caminho Eu já tenho o que é preciso! Sem grandes luxos nem roupas p'a experimentar São contas p'a pagar e bocas p’alimentar P'a idealizar um lar pedra
Eye for an eye Uh, officer I'm blind Still got P's in my line of sight Darling, I can change your life Hold it down and don't waste my time Uh, like
como que eu to nessa bad roubaram minhas chain e os cartao da nubank meu jordan quem viu? cade minha supreme dei pt de nike e acordei de balmain saio
get your binoculars And see Penthouse 3 where a nigga be Spittin' fire on the P-J in my P-J's Fire Marshall said I took it to the Max like T-J Y'all
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