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la légende
T'espères qu'je coule et tu viens m'appeler le sang
J'finis l'boulot, j'suis même pas à 20%
(J'suis même pas à 20%)

Ivorien d'Grand

feel alone

Twenty something, still don't know nothin'
What do I got to show for it?
I don't feel old enough to be a wife
But what if I miss

Vi packade Brio Sulkyn full av saft och mariekex
Och det var säkert 20 grader varmt i vattnet
Hinkar spadar och bollar vagnen tom men hjärtat lätt
Så

P, I'm verified
Rose got twenty-nine
Marney got twenty-nine
Lenny got twenty-nine
It's like, Minny got twenty-nine
I feel it for the fuckin' guys

I threw a party on my birthday last week
Invited strangers who don't know how I feel
Deep down, damn, I hate this town
Oh, yeah
And twenty

Twenty (yeah)
Mera, dime, Ak Twenty
O el 4:20, como diga' tú
Chile, Puerto Rico
Je, dime, Leo Jah (yeah)
El R-1, ¿y quién má'?
Alex Rose, "El Del

reden mama geef jij mij nog even
Ik weet niet weet wat het betekent maar ik voel het is dichtbij
Free me jongen doet er 20 en ook Choppy al een tijd
Zie

君を迎えに来た
もしもすぐに服が選べるのなら
これから旅に出たいよ 君をつれて
I can control the four dimension

探し続けた the way to your mind
Electric prophet 教えてくれた
I am twenty

through the Dirty 3rd
They love sippin' syrup and doin' the dirty bird
Park my 20's on the curb when I fall through Justice
Freaky tales of movin' yayo,

Twenty-five thousand for eight of my teeth
Three thousand dollars for each every tooth
Gettin' too close, pull back the top
shoot out the roof (brrt), go

I Just Wanna Party

Gucci Mane

I Just Wanna Party

girl in my ear sayin' (burr)
I just wanna party

Cocaine on the table, Rittz the Rapper got 'em choppin lines
Twenty dollar bills all rolled up, Wiz

Makin loot, even made the news in my gator shoes
Three fifty seven glock, nine, a tech twenty two
Everything I ride in on at least twenty twos
It's

through the Dirty 3rd
They love sippin' syrup and doin' the dirty bird
Park my 20's on the curb when I fall through Justice
Freaky tales of movin' yayo,

gagne
Et tu bats la campagne
Comme un dément
Fais-toi les dents sur tes 20 ans
Va, mon cœur, prends du bon temps
Tu peux semer aux quatre vents

11, 12, 13 i'm singin' the homesick blues
14, 15, 16 i'm shakin' inside my new shoes
17, 18, 19 that's 19 streets of sorrow
20, count 'em 20
Gotta do it

1949 sure was a way back when
But that's when they formed
The band who influenced
All of the music since then
The twenty-five year old singer
Was

(I got HitMan on the beat)

I got twelve watches, four bustdowns, ain't none of my shit plain
I got twenty watches, all Plain Jane and I

(okay), on that bullshit (okay)
All the bullshit

Damn, maybe I should do a twenty, maybe I should break that twenty, do a ten
Maybe I should break that

Yeaaa

You Know When it's us
You Can Smell the grape Dutch
In the Air, Air, airrrr!
Got a Fist Full of Twentys
Don't be a Dummy Girl
Bring that Over Here,

twenty
Twenty turned into forty
Give her five minutes and I'm out on shorty
Chill "Why you leavin'
Tired of the lonely nights
And the quiet evenings
Plus

to attack, the subliminal
Subconscious stages, I got the book, turned the pages
Learned one hundred and twenty, and nine phases
Of the moon, stay in tune,

cuts on the skin
A lighthouse retired, but a new one was hired
About twenty foot taller, painted in black and white
Twenty million steps with

that I ever been (I'm gettin' to the money, nigga)

Heard they hit 'em twenty times, their mama screamin', "Hallelujah"
Repped the same block but

cocaine back in those days
There was 85 percent chance it was my cocaine
I helped build Miami skyline into what it is today
20 billion dollars got me 27