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Dreckig wie der Süden und das Pech das mich verfolgt KA-7-6, mein Freund, FR-7-9 Auf meinem Leben liegt ein Fluch, ich kann sehen was ich nicht will
don’t you waste no time ‘Cause we gotta get that gold inside 'fore it turns five to nine And the buccaneer said, I’ll see you dead I’ll see you swinging
when I wake her at 9 The cousins and kinfolk, all sleep in our beds While visions of smart phones all dance in their heads Mom passed out completely
From 7 to half 9 But now I'm here and I Can't seem to find my way out your bed This some sneaky shit That toxic attraction That keep me coming back
क्या करता है बेटा कर्ता रैप है मां बाप बड़े proud बेटा कर्ता रैप है ढीले कपडे मेरे बदन पे और सर पे कैप है मां बाप बड़े proud बेटा कर्ता रैप है 9-5 जॉब नहीं
को देरा fight ये sober आए scene में, ओर फेलारेले swine flu Nine to five, जाके ढूंढो बेटा job क्योंकि rap में ना कभी बराबरी कर पाए तू Rule number one,
हाते, वो वाता नहीं Topper हूँ मैं, 10 में से 9 वाला नहीं बिना कांच वाला चश्मा ये, 100 वाला नहीं Hip -hop का हूँ, Badshah थे, वो वाला नहीं (नहीं, नहीं,
six seven eight no longer live by what they say Gimme a Nine ten eleven twelve no I'm not for sale Bring any number to sell souled out your lies fail
Sotto sembra un videogioco е C'ho sei stelle addosso (Ah) La 9 ti fa buongiorno sul più bеl tramonto Hai toccato il tasto che manda in Fondo come K di
noire tout en carbone 92i on parle d'eux de M.I.A à Montigny Fuck les stups du 9.2, fuck la crim' de Bobigny Trop de lances-ba mais tout se paie
Beat In My Trunk (Chorus) 15's in the trunk, 4-12's in the trunk, 4-10's in the trunk, 6x9's in the dash License plates rattlin, bumper keep draggin,
surprised To find one that said, Harry Bailey - He died when he was nine Cause you weren't there to save him, George You're giving me the wild-eyed George
Goyo coming through with that ancient knowledge I’m holy as the motherfucking tree of olives Fuck a nine to five fuck managers and bosses I’m in
ain’t gotta ask he know I got mine because I’m clutching you went to sleep at 9 we up at 5 we up to something shit even tho he wasn’t I still love
kilos, mec (kilos) J'sors le 9 et j'te plume, oh, gentille alouette À trois dans la va-go, on va chercher deux gos Ce soir, c'est virée sur Paname,
butthurt church To call the police, push 9 1 I told you not to mess with me, mmhmm
Gon' be rich around this bitch (Whew, whew, whew) Nine times out of ten, I'ma get the guap Yeah, big facts (big facts) Bitches speakin' on my name,
9-1-1 he gon dial Niggas be switching like that shit in style Explore his hood Poncé dé Leon I spin a block turn it to a song I’m in the right when I’m in
I wont do a thing For a 9-5 paycheck No patience Locations New place same theme They hating Everyday its the same exchange Everybody gotta thing
Schlafmangel vom Sirup (hah) Doch brauch' jede Woche zehn Kilo Will ein Bentayga, kein' T-Roc Everose, keine G-Shock Kein nine-to-five für 'n Hungerlohn
on the day the news came, Stare into space, face numb, The boy getting carried, she carried 9 months Chorus When this world strip me naked, I turn and I face
bip 9-2 petit je te le répète faut pas t'inquiéter L.U.N.A.T.I.C, y a que la moitié, attend Arrache-toi des baffes ou ressors de boîte en boitant
Fire and some diamonds for the safe And a 9 to keep 'em safe But you don't wanna see a Shooting star shoot 'em up Bang bang when we shoot 'em up, bang
beauty's description Looks so good that it hurts You're a dime plus ninety-nine And it's a shame don't even know what you're worth Everywhere you go they
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