Lyrics:
to the terminal zone
Cut your engines, cool your wings
And let me make it to the telephone
Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia
Tidewater four ten O nine
Tell
One, two, three, four saint Luca baby
Hey, hey hey hey hey, hey hey hey
Hey, hey hey hey hey, hey hey hey
Fucking Lionel
Stanotte sono scosso un po'
a button in the shit
And watch the hoes go different
Man listen rags cover my ngga lips
You gotta be waiting till 4: 50
Y’all know me
Pull a bullet
Pull
mitm Maybach
Soviel investiert
Euer Wanksta-Label scheitert
Live dabei wurd schon 4 mal gedroppt
Deine erste Single ist in
Den Trend-Chards gefloppt
Was
of Chevrolet
Niggas tried to lock the door, but I found another way
I told Los, match a four, just so I could post a Eight
I could tell she a whore, by the way
a disperdersi
così noi
ci perdiamo un po'
Così noi
Credere ancora di interessarti
- non lo so
Chiederti ancora di rivedersi
- perchè no?
E tu rimani seduta
One, two, three, four
Go, tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
Go, tell it on the mountain
That Jesus Christ is born
to the terminal zone
Cut your engines, cool your wings
And let me make it to the telephone
Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia
Tidewater four ten O nine
Tell
plus four?"
Helllll Nawwww!
No, no, no... no, no.. that's right
Don't even trip.. here's the song
Everybody want to live lavish
But it's not
questions
I sold rocks, I was raised with no pops
My four glocks, twistin' hoes like door knobs
Bitch offered me the pussy, so I took it
They call me a crook,
self-respect
They took my name and gave me a 4 digit number
My spirit is tamed by the one I work under
Chorus:
You can take my life but you¹ll never take my
of these niggas, they wouldn't even do it for you
We four deep up in a hot, we ain't in New York, but, nigga, we lookin' for Woo
They know that's I'm up
ostatni grosz"
Z 4 tego sąsiadka rentę kitra w koc
Wyszła raz na balkon by wytrzepać go
Wzrok już nie ten sam i zapadał zmrok
Do mańkuta Danka uśmiechnął
and lies
But however against the weather
You gon always be mine
And I'ma stretch my time we gon make thangs rite
No mo layin between tha sheets by yo self
koło płyt chwyć go myślę
Lecz czy ostrze mi da spać i to wszystko zniknie nie wiem
Może by wiedział Schwarzenegger
Los sprawdza nas codziennie więc ja
Predator, which one uglier than you, bitch? (I don't know)
You know I only like fat versions of J-Lo when she played (Selena)
This fully auto Glock'll make
(okay) perché so come cucinarmela (4 Salti in Padella)
Calvin Klein non è drip, Visa, Mastercard (uh, yah, yah)
Colano dalle nuvole (yah, yah, yeah
Who has class, where can I bust?
Can it last past 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
Chicks with hips, sexy ass lips
Lickin' they lips, lickin' my drick
Ass is so thick,
Skee
Yeah, nigga, err, err
Yeah, phew, phew
Nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah
Nigga gettin' to that green just like Cee-Lo
Nigga, I'm a smooth-ass
is the incredible
(Yeh, yeh, disco d'oro)
Is the incredible (2-0-1-4) rhyme animal
Once again, back is the incredible (Aah)
Once again, back is
of trouble"
Uncle saw me with a fiend that's boogs, baited out my hustle
Shawty give the best brain, don't spoil it by demandin' cuddles
Vvs on my wrist,
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