Lyrics:
there
아무 걱정 말고 걍 기대
말도 안 되는 소리 대본에 없는 대사는
맘대로 할 수 없다는 게 우리 현실
Take #1 잔잔한 조명과
Take #2 반전은 없는 듯한
Take #3 안전한 포만감
Take #4 whachu talking about girl
Saints go marching I’ll be marching too
But I’ll bring my old kazoo
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8!
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8!
I like corn and I like pizza
He likes corn and he
with me under the moonlight, ah na
Tonight, under the moonlight, moonlight, ah
One, two (Oh lo lo lo lo lo)
I love the things you do
Three, four (Oh lo
There's been times when I flip like acrobats
Fuckin' coast to coast
Chickenheads to hoodrats
Tools to Gats, Lowriders to Ac's
Two years ago my shit was
I wake up and got four or five bitches in the bed
Smokin weed, Drinkin liquor by da keg
I was born an O.G. if yaint heard about me
I put four
to get my mind blown
Wrote another song before my mind gone
I been rolling by the pair now I need three
I been smoking out the pear i think I’m
Fuck em by
4 My Momma
By: AC Da’ Perfecto
Chorus/Hook:
This For My Momma;
playing by himself, man
Five, four, three, two, one
playing by himself, man
Five, four, three, two, one
playing by himself, man
Five, four, three, two, one
playing by himself, man
Five, four, three, two, one
toda
A bunda dela faz bum,
Vai sentar pra 1 pra 2 pra 3
Xerecao na cara do LG
A bunda dela ta que ta.
Vai sentar pra 2 pra 3 pra 4
Xerecão jogou pro
You should ask ur bean where we got That drop
Pop
Corn get burst flung like rock
Or I'll do it like Cas have it beat like thots
3x4 in YOT
I
the 4-5 fly
Fif got the east, Buck the one in the south
And the west coast is mine
These niggas runnin' they mouth
It's like a nigga play with murda cake
She said I'm the one I said no we the 2
Skip 2 three
Started whining on me
I'm trynna take it down we could go 2 Cali and try some strands
Or we
1, 2, 1, 2, 3
[VERSE 1]
And I be like
Get’em off me
Get up off me
Ah ah ah ah
Kill’em softly
Round me they hitting jeeps hitting car seats
So
never gonna stop it
Cash and The Prophet
Profits of the cash
Money comin in, money comin in fast
One stack
Two stacks
Three stacks
Four
I'm livin my best
was really that easy
For me to get over you
I just need time
Snapping, 1, 2
Where are you?
You're still in my heart
Snapping, 3, 4
Don't need you here
I count one, two, three four, up to ten
From the beginning until the end
Celebrating merry, merry Christmas time with you
So have a merry, merry
me kiss me
Baby now
Baby now
Encerrado en 1 2 3 4 pare
Me decia que no, donst stop the Party
5, 6 y 7 los que le eche
8, 9, y diez vinieron después
Beat a nigga with a blick
Like these niggas pussy they ain't on shit like
I got one, two, three, four, five, six
Seven niggas that you never seen
Packed
you're gonna have to
Turn around
Bite the bullet
[Chorus]
One, two, three, four
Well in the Devil's playground
With an Idol mind
Straight up,
getting faded nigga
I count that shit with my bare hands
Naw really I really did
Two hundred three hundred four hundred five hundred k
Hov called that
’ll pass it to you
And it goes over there
Then I’ll blaze up another
Cause I brought a pair
That chronic ganja
I brought it oh yea
You hit it 1 2
3 4 times
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