Lyrics:
you supposedly have loved
I'm the only man that stayed be your side
I promise you baby 'till the day I die
Whenever you need me I'll be there
When
dem be rollin' high fashion
Switch up the gear gotta speed to get the cash in
My Kartel's got vibes no fever
Can't you tell got p's no Peter
There's a,
a still transport with my man on the Peter Pan
Get there and bury the bricks in the sand
They think I want a tan, I'm sittin' on a hundred grand
So I can
on a fast track
I wanna be earning
You're cool with getting by
That's why you starve prat
I ain't concerned about you, I'm getting mine
There's nothing I
black couch
My secretary wakes me up and I'm out
I slept with one and I'll sleep with another
Korean War vet with a prostitute mother
There's Joan
a diamond on your hand
[Money B]
The Itsy-Bitsy Spider was a whoridah
Said he met the judge's daughter and went up inside her
[Shock-G]
House, there's
Perfume（中文译名:品味）
OA[原词]/ OC[原曲]:Peter Wallevik，Daniel Davidsen，Kieran Alleyne，Dantae Johnson
Producer[制作人] : Produced and mixed by PhD/ /火星电台 Radio
where the kush is
Next time you see me I'll probably be in the bushes
This is the reasons why I won't be fucking with pussies like you
Me, Tyler
travel back to when
Your show was actually fun
It's shocking that FG came back from the dead
Just to be killed by Homer Simpson again
Who won? Who's next?
alligator to them (other men)
There's no after while crocodile
I'll buy a reptile made for your skin (Ugh huh)
So many players be hatin' & bettin'
But who's
Do you like onions by any chance?
I love onions
I love onions
Onions
Onions
Onions
I like onions
They smell really nice
When I put em in my salad
I
convoluted hope the reefer loud today
Everything be Gucci if I smoke and Fornicate
I'm, working by the hour tryna see a better pay
Tryna hear the hate
Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight
With people here working by day and by night
They don't sow potatoes, nor barley, nor wheat
But there's
cross the line
Through the agony i'll be there by your side
I will even wait in some lifetimes (oh woah)
Run a hundred miles i'll be there on time
I don't
yourself to death
Tell St Peter at the Golden Gate
That you hate to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette
Now at a game of chance
be see-E-O
Young black millionaire, why you still in there
Checkin asses, harass just some herb with the bashes
If gettin money's
Please just hold on wait
Going fast as day
Might be there by nightfall
You know what they say
It's better to be late
Than never
Oh I'll be there in time
At the sound of the tone, the time will be twelve A.M.
Ready in the intro, cue up the Serch-lite
Point us to the center stage (I'll grab
together
I'ma stay on top yeah there'll be no teeter-totter
Girl give me brain but I'm sure my Peter taught her
I'll swing into your town like my name is
When you need them most
We know that all good things come to an end
Yea that’s the way it goes
I’ll be there up and down every round
Yes I’ll be with you
on love by the liter
Vigo Blax all on repeat
Vocals Peter
Hit my line, I'll be there
The Money, the power, respect
I could have never cared less
All
been a family guy, Peter Griffin
Bitch I'm a felon
I'll steal your heart and your feelings
When I spit my bars, all the girls get offended
Put a tenner
keep it there
Focus on the road and it might get me there
Keep the pocket lil fatter ye ill be prepared
Gotta go step by step yuh ill be mayor
But every
anytime you need me by your side.
To drive away every teardrop that you cried.
If he ever leaves you blue,
Just remember, I love you,
And I'll be there
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