Lyrics:
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Nie poradzicie na to i tak was zaleje
Lubicie ssać to nam ssajcie złodzieje
H h h h w w w w
D d d d p, jeszcze raz ziom
H h h h w w w w
D d
H-Town, going down, ooh
Oh yeah (know we talking bout)
Ay, ay
I'm out, H-Town
These niggaz, need to know what I'm talking about
Oooh you
be a puff
And I let it play cause Dre's getting funky enough
It's getting funky, it's getting funky
Watch the smooth lyrics that take place
It's
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
I'm back and I'm ringin' the bell
[from gerard manning's list of clannad lyrics]
I.
Are chonnlaigh ghlais an fhoghmhair
A stóirín gur dhearc mé uaim
Ba deas do chos I mbróig
'sba
Yeah
Young and reckless fuck were you expecting
We switched the tempo yet we still progressing
I thinks it's time I teach you truant boys a little
L2R - Bada Boom Lyrics
Chorus:
Man’a grind through the night like suge
Gotta keep the funds up keep it drippy
Icey cold just like cube
You know
by my lonely cause most of these niggas fugazi
And all of these bitches phony
You do not know me that boy try to say that I'm pussy
That bitch nigga
than most, let the game trick you out of position for h***, can't believe how you told on ya self in a post, now ya b**** gettin f***** by some n*****
image and slash gimmicks
Go H.A.M with it and rap livid obsessed with it
I'm blessed with it I'm passed dissin' these fags with it
My raps killin'
to stay, my bars never senescent
Boy young rich and doped on them antidepressants
I say what I want, I don't make no concessions
Won't point no stick at you
you know I leave you over mine
And yeah love they have to grieve you over mine
It's thug love at it's finest, dude rewind this
Uh, the boy H-O behind
Wiley
Representing, ain't got the tee on
Today but you know it’s Boy Better know
Okay!
My name's Skepta, also known as H-A-Y
'Cause if I got P’s I'm
ya teef
Try to keep that Ca$h Money like big city,
I got a girl, I got a boy I'm big city
I gotta rep my city, C-Ridin', durrt bags dro hound, let's
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z,
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z,
choose by the h*** back then ‘cause now they want me
Talking bout money, I’m on that
Otherwise y’all can fallback
Trying get straight to the plug, I’m
a journey into Tragedy's past
When I was one adopted by Michael Chapman
This was years before I started rappin
My father held a scholarship for a year
But
Eyeball the weight
That's what I call a pro gram
Oh damn
The boy got a chopper with his flow
Get up with your auntie
Make her glow
Then I gotta go
Cuz
brrr)
Them boys just stacked up all the chips
Slangin’ dope in the 956 yeah
Southside, left the H
I was fucked up, had a lot of shit on my plate
I was
bad-but I can't
C.R.U.S.H.
Yeah I got one really bad
This is how he makes me feel
He puts the beat in my heart
Every time I see him, thoughts are
and boys, I'm afraid
I had to sell twenty sections
Of the S Lazy H
Sometimes right isn't equal
Sometimes equal's not fair
There will soon be rows
you know I leave you over mine
And yeah love they have to grieve you over mine
It's thug love at it's finest, dude rewind this
Uh, the boy H-O behind
attemptin me
I'm A to the average be , respiratory??, fruit chevy, H-IC, my lyrics hit like HIV
Spray by me, state patrol, murder comes like day to me,
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