Lyrics:
Forty-thousand Rands
I just blew forty-thousand Rands
Forty thousand Rands
I just blew forty-thousand Rands
Forty-thousand Rands
I just blew
sting, swimmin' in Niagara Falls
Now no matter extra meal, managin' the place
All up in the motherfuckin' tall can face
Streets make you broke, Forty
the middle of the brawl niggaz (Thirty-eight)
Them cheddar chase niggaz, (Thirty-nine)
ridin'-on-these-fake niggaz (Forty)
Them shady niggas, (Forty-one)
Rolex
makin'
It was 40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin'
40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin'
40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin'
I
a little more gas, little more speed
This seven-forty-seven can't go fast enough, fast enough
This seven-forty-seven can't go fast enough, fast enough
Bad bitch she a lil thot pocket
She trying fuck but she said she need Deposits
She want 40 know I got it I ain't Drop it
Capital one she like boy
Shake that ass on the floor Me and "Jones" looking, her best friend recording
Finna' push up on some whores like what you gone do for this $40 wanna'
Hey
Yeah ah
Woah
They be like woah
How you got 40 racks run it up
Take it over dethrone your ruler now i Rule it's like coup
Get the bag ready cash
Fuck you (fuck you)
One hundred forty best of the best tempo
Fuck you (fuck you)
One hundred forty best of the best tempo
Fuck you (fuck you)
One
"Top 40"
No one makes us pancakes in the morning, please
"Top 40", please
"Top 40"
Hi, it's nice to meet you this is all I'd ever need
"Top 40
robal
É tenem pa vira lata ma é sa julga maaa ah ahhhhl éh
Nkre robou bu kurasom moda 40 ladrom
Moda 40 ladrom, moda 40 ladrom
Nkre robou bu kurasom moda
sweet
40 Wishes for the week
40 Bitches for the week
40 Women rotary
40 Women rotary
40 Wishes for the week
40 Bitches for the week
I wish it was you
rastrero
De pequeño nunca fui salsero
Pero tengo mas salsa que El Hachero
Nunca suelto la 40
Nunca suelto la 40
Nunca suelto la 40
Y si la saco te meto 50
Hey Alexa. Play Jeff Bezos
Every time you hear this chorus
Jeff Bezos makes forty-thousand dollars
Every time you hear this chorus
Jeff Bezos makes
They wanna keep me down
Man I've been up for forty days and forty nights just grinding
Them haters they don't want to see me shining
Like they won't
we wait
I'm forty five minutes too late
I'm forty five minutes too early
I'm forty five minutes too late
I'm forty five minutes too early
Here comes
бросить, отпуск меня ждёт
С этого же дня они все знают что я free
TWOROG in the first beat
Набирай, forty seven and forty six
Я для тебя всегда свободен
[E-40] What's goin on momma? I don't know why you trippin
[Bosko] I don't know why you act this way, this way
[E-40] You already knew what it was
(always be yours)
Leave me to bleed
'Til I go blind
Swallow me whole
Dead but alive
I'll be your forty-five Fahrenheit girl
Forty-five Fahrenheit
hittin' high notes like a gospel artist
Suck a bitch tittie like my cock retarded
I pop that pussy like a Glock 40
Pop pop that pussy like a Glock 40, Glock
forty days since you've heard from me
It's been forty nights since I've been asleep
Forty things goin' through my mind
I've heard forty lies, forty
40K
Composition : Tim Buron
Auteurs interprètes : Ogden Ridjanovic et Olivier Normandin-Guénette
Started from the bottom bientôt j’suis dans
to see him
You will soon be dead from fright
So sailors tell their children on a dark and stormy night
Oh forty fathoms deep he walks
With rusty keys his
Thirty-four thirty-five
Thirty-six thirty-seven
Thirty-eight thirty-nine
Forty forty-one
Forty-two forty-three
Forty-four forty-five
Forty-six forty
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