Lyrics:
mjolo
Angifuni mjolo
Angifuni mjolo
Hay'umjolo uyanyisa maan
Angisafuni mjolo
Angifuni mjolo
Angifuni mjolo
Ngajola no peter
Ngajola no tom
Ngajola no
pour qu'j'la drague
J'veux la pillave et la drogue (et la pe-stu)
T'as vu, de mes poches, des billets bés-tom (que des pommes, que des pommes)
Si
passer mes ladies
Laissez passer mes ladies
Calmos, mon baba
Fais d'la place pour mes baby
Rampampampam
J'suis connue jusqu'aux DOM-TOM
Mon bigo
Hey Tom
Do you know for how long I've been running to?
It's time to go home
To rise the sun, to bring the truth
You want to make me cry
You want
mai nu party ieni ntra stu party
Cresciutu a "Ninja Mi Ninja" e "Dem Bow"
Nu sai ce beh nu party mancu na dancehall
Stai senza la capu o senza tom
Yeah, yeah, aha, ah
Yeah
Ist okay, Tom Ford auf Zip-Hoodie, Babe
Viele haben geredet, bis sie sehen, ich bin immun für Hate (okay, ja)
Ja, ist
neměla nikoho jako já, její srdce broke
Já odlítám pryč, kouř, smoke
Milion sem, milion tam
Mohl by ses utopit v tom co na sobě mám
Drip, drip, drip,
volta pro tom, e segue o baile
Escrevo porque não tenho o dom do freestyle
Ela quebra, requebra, remexe ao som do timbale
O agora é a única coisa que
Hey yé yé (Handy Y Kap'z)
Hey yé yé yé (Thunder Flavour)
Vagabond des temps modernes appelle-moi Tom Sawyer
Mets pas trop d'coca dans ton jack
Yeah, quitte la métropole
Rassurer Finkielkraut, Zemmour et puis les autres
Yeah, mama, papa, viens dans les Dom Tom
Rassurer Finkielkraut, Zemmour
En las áridas regiones del América del Norte
Se agarraron a balazos polecías y ladrones
Tom Mix, Buck Jones, Bill Boyd, Tim McCoy
Habían
ficha caiu
A sua roupa já tinha caído junto
Na minha king size
Você pedindo mais
Notei que apaixonou
Só pelo tom daquele
Aiaiaiai
E quando
J'suis dans la ville sa mère, ce mois-ci, moi, je récupère (moi j'récupère)
Faites monter l'ascension, n'importe quand j'peux ber-tom (j'peux ber-tom
dost, nikdy nemám dost (Oh)
Gigi, my nepijeme lean, yeah
Na tom nikdy neřešíme, kdy už bude svítat
Gigi, huh, na tom umíme i lítat
Na tom, n-n-na tom
DOM-TOM
Booty quali pourquoi ça t'étonne
Angie chérie j'aime les meufs en formes
On va rum-pa-pa-pumpum
Shaking body comme dans les DOM-TOM
Booty
pri víne
Tak krásne sníva o tom jak žiť
Preto sa pri víne, preto sa pri víne
Každý zdá sám, akým chcel by len byť
Preto sa pri víne, preto sa pri víne
husker, ja, jeg husker alt
En kald skulder i en tom bar
Du ville jeg sku' bli hеle natta
En mann blir tom for ord når hele vеrden hans har rakna
Krásným dívkám zpívám
Krásným dívkám zpívám
O tom, že mám všechno, co má správnej kluk mít
O tom, že mám všechno, co má správnej kluk mít
Správnej
When I think of Tom.
I think of a night,
When the earth smelled of summer
And the sky was streaked with white,
The soft mist of England
Was
When I think of Tom
I think about a night
When the earth smelled of summer
And the sky was streaked with white
And the soft mist of England
Was
When I think of Tom
I think about a night
When the earth smelled of summer
And the sky was streaked with white
And the soft mist of England
was
um amor amor de dor, amor maior
Amor chorado em tom menor
Em tom menor, maior o Fado choro a chorar
Tornando maior o mar
Não posso deixar de amar
O meu
mean Tom Sawyer
Black on black mirror (yeah)
That is charcoal
That's the damn Fanta
In the damn sauna
She's a lawn mower
I just John Doe'd her
Verse 1
Tom Gist:
I got problems, naw, I'm no flossin'
Notice in the lobby, there's no high raw
No jobs so I'm forced to be a nemisis
Notice on my
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