Lyrics:
gut zahlen (uff)
Bra, ich komm' und knall' das beste Pferd aus deinem Stall
Mach mir nicht auf Mafia, ich brauche keinen Gefallen
Leute fliegen,
like a monsoon, know what that mean (yeah, yeah)
Know I hate it when you stall me
Just try to make it by the morning (make it by the morning)
Oh
I dänke för mech
Am Morge früehch im Stall
So allei is nid so toll
I bruch e Frou
Am Abe ir Beiz
Studier I was I sell
Bim Eckbank hockt die
help from man
Let the mix just sit 'til you get cement
Then form a rectangle and you get some bricks
And when you get bricks
No need to stall
Stack
day
Young L, I got a knack for hauling that
I might even get up in the bathroom stall with that
Please, you ain't been fucking like Brain
I got this
lames and fuck niggas
I don't got time to stall or pick up calls 'cause I don't trust niggas
My brodie whip is manual, he ride 'round, and know he
goin' on today
We know your time is very precious so we won't stall
We'll just put some words together and tell you all
How we're Rockin' it...
and we draw on the enemy
I ain't got the time
I'm tryin' to stall what is meant to be
Every time I drop it's like
The song of the century
Talking 'bout
kväll som ska minnas
Banne maj
Åh lev nu det ordnar sig
Okej jadå banne maj
Nu måste vi unna oss
Ställ er upp allihopa
Synd å sitta ju
Banne
of this (You want me tell them)
Bruk out bruk out! ‘cuz a Jesus call up
Let loose cuz the devil can't stall up
Crazy praise, him can't stop we a war now
All
to me
Like an exorbitant fee
So I'm gonna get full use of my money
There's no ventilation in the bathroom stall
So I'm gonna kick some holes in the wall
in tryin' to stall us
137 text messages this morning
Man, I promise 1, 800 different emails
You don't need to know the details
Most of them about
Äntligen är det jul
Sluta stressa ha kul
Vi tänder ett ljus
Äntligen är det jul
Äntligen är det jul
Tomten kommer tillslut
Äntligen är det jul
Du ställ upp
det kan gå
Det är lätt men oftast svårt
Men vi klarar oss ändå
Ställ dig upp min vän de ba gå
Det kommer ordna sig min broder
Det ordnar sig min syster
the doubt in to stall me, I just have to get on with my life
And hopefully soon I won't be thinkin about you
Cause I'm ready to play now, love strikes,
on you
You’ve got me against a wall
But you know that’s how I like it
I know you’re waiting to call, you’re on the floor of the stall
But lucky you I
pass the herb 'round
There's nothing but a notion to stall
What is waiting for me
I know that death around the corner
And it's patient for me
My momma
the crown fall down in the round stall
i bet we can drown all of our troubles away
and just put our arms around each other and say something to the effect
thats just how it goes, B
I've always been around the wise, so I know who's my co-d
They can't fool me, I swear they can't stall me
Them pussyboys
on their feet
Past stalls with leather jackets, old bric-a-brac
Indian sunglasses or a Chinese bobble hat
Tramps stare in the window of the local
take the time to enjoy the finer things in life
So we showered and shaved in a bathroom stall in a texaco on the way to gruene hall
It was a sold out
was underage so we had to smoke in the stalls
Fat gold chains dooky ropes and French braids
Was the start of it all the foundation was laid
Dual
we ain't
got alot of time so
here's my number give me a call
cause if you feel the same way
there's no time to stall
never felt like this bofore
my
that's how I'm gonna die
I ain't tryna die like you broke guys
Fuck them all, please get rid of them all
Pull up in the whip, don't stall
Private call?
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