Lyrics:
prohibited ਆ ਕਹਿੰਦੇ ਕੁੜੇ ਓਹਨੂੰ
ਜਿਦਾਂ ਛੇਤੀ permit ਮਿਲੇ ਨਾ
ਉਹ ਆਹੀ reason ਸਾਡੀ ਵਿਗੜੀ ਦੇ ਪਿੱਛੇ
ਹਾਰੀ ਸਾਰੀ ਨਾਲ ਮੱਤ ਮਿਲੇ ਨਾ
ਉਹ ਦਿਲ ਬਣਿਆ machine ਕੁੜੇ ਫਿਰੇ
ਹੁਣ feel
bad 2nd time only)
She's got a classic custom mustang
Black top love machine
Factory paint, liscense plate says '77 queen
Weavin' through
coming, fuck it, I'll do it myself
I'm just spitting cyphers like the viper, rattle cages, time machine travel spaces
This my story never come to kill,
on the rag never let her fry the Ragu
Which'll have you under some type of spell crying "dag boo"
Her name on your back in a tattoo
Whether a bourgie broad,
Summer after high school when we first met
We make up in your Mustang to Radiohead
And on my 18th Birthday
We got matching tattoos
Used
Summer after high school when we first met
We make up in your Mustang to Radiohead
And on my eighteenth birthday
We got matching tattoos
Used
Summer after high school when we first met
We make up in your Mustang to Radiohead
And on my eighteenth birthday
We got matching tattoos
Used
Neighborhood kid, just back from the desert
Tattoo and a discharge letter
VA in the Saint John
Six times a week he still sleeps with his boots on
She
from the desert
Tattoo and a discharge letter
VA in the Saint John
Six times a week he still sleeps with his boots on
She skipped track up
your machine
I'm a star bitch, I don't give a fuck
Don't be surprised when this bitch start blowin' up
Well its a little bit of us, a whole lot
teapot blowin' off steam
You put me on the heat, I don't whistle I scream
Bang, bang, fuck a bed fuck a dream
This is rage blowin' up your machine
I'm
the time
Blake stays underwater for the most part
He collects loose change for All Tomorrow's Parties
And when Blake dates girls with tattoos
welcome back, whipe the sweat off
Bobby Digital, half-man and half (?)
NY City, home of the fly bitties
With high-heel shoes and tattoos on side titties
open
Cause I could suck a cookie out a pussy when it's soaking
Chick bit my head off, but the ass was magic
Should've seen the tattoo on her back
in it
A linkage infinite Sheet music
Hieroglyphic-writ Rhythm Pulsate
Silence’s violence discord swallow tongue
Percussion tattoo down
attention to the craftsmanship
Neglect to mention that the past will stick
Like initials carved in the concrete
Like the tattoo that hides on your mommy
I
the chambers slide back
In-Depth description of the carjack
And you know that tattoo when the arm's raised
The shots penetrate you and they don't graze
I just
She can't keep up, with them country healthers,
Gonna learn to shake her boobies, just like Salt N' Peppa.
She done gone funky, a brand new tattoo
But the people that know him know that it ain't nothing new
Catch five rings, then an answering machine
Hang up on the beep, stare up towards
Went to T.O. for the weekend
Backstage passes for the show
Muddy shoes, fresh tattoos and a brand new feeling
That tonight will be alright we're
sheddin' "Tattoo Tears" galore
Like "The Good Die Young"
They had so much more
To accomplish, still lightin' up the
Darkness in this world, like
Pimp C, Fat
left)
Seven-six-two like a tattoo, hit 'em up
How you talkin' shit behind jail walls, I just sent you some money? (Huh?)
Fucked me up, I was like
and you'll find cut glass to get you cut fast without cuttin'
She got a diamond tattoo on her upper thigh
Another fineness walks by and cuts eyes
Her let
of drinking finds a bad tattoo
Count on me baby, I'll find you
If ever this world should keep us apart
Hold on honey, wherever you are
Cause there ain't nothing
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