Lyrics:
If I had counted one two three before I made you cry
If I had counted four and five and made another try
If we had counted six seven eight and made
l'aprirà
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 qualcosa è andato storto tutti contro ma sopporto
Sono un povero ricordo conto quello che non ho
Mi sento strano forse incompreso
Ghoomo-bhaago, koodon-faandon
Always exercise, six in the morning
Six matlab chhey, chah dabbo waali, hain thomas train
The steam engine days, the golden days
1-2-3-4 timepieces for my wrist
5-6-7-8-9 diamond Necklaces
Hundreds of thousands of people ‘round the globe say they mess with this
Guess what I’m
Overall length eight hundred and seventy millimetres,
Length of barrel four hundred and fifteen millimetres,
Length of sighting line three
Switch up my flow like a Nascar
Dreads hanging low I'm a rasta
I be drowning in the pussy like 3'awasaa
Now she hit me on fa6oor to eat 8orasaa
Back
week, & lil Turk be playing dat corner he ion care of you 6 3
•I’m yelling Murray make em bleed Big Mari on da lead block!, DJ hit dat jit so hard made
cromarty forth tyne dogger
East or southeast 6 to gale 8. Hesitation. Rain or showers. Hope. Moderate or good
Fisher German bight
Southeasterly veering
One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight, up your mind, drove you blind
Made you pray, made you say seventy-eight
Revolutions a minute, seventy-eight
Revolutions a minute, seventy-eight
One two Mr Trent's coming fo you
Three four better lock yo door
Five six get your crucifix
Seven eight better stay up late
Nine ten never sleep
3.
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For
Whuoa
Eh
Oh Word
Scurrrrrrr
1,2,3,4,5,6,7
8,9,10 don't fuck with 12 I'm at 11
13 bad bitches feel like Im in heaven
Countin' up them bands like I'm
One bitch, Two bitches, Three bitches in the cut
Four bitches, Five bitches, Six bitches in the cut
Seven bitches, Eight bitches, Nine bitches in
Three of my main dudes four door Gran Coupe
Five bottles in each six models at least
Never sevens and eights
Just nines and dime pieces
You know me, I’m
want you out of my life
1-2-3-4-5-6-7--8-9-10
You out on your ass again,
lonely little heart has to pray for a friend
1-2-3-4-5-6-7--8-9-10
Good
three
Drop them four by four
Drop them one by one
Drop them two by two
Drop them three by three
Drop them four by four
Drop them one by one
Drop them six
near here, up in Humboldt County about 200 miles north of San Francisco right near a town called Shelter Cove, get this: three- to four-hundred American
The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching two by two, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching three by three
The little one
won't fuck you
Three, four, better lock my door
Five, six, forget your baby dicks
Seven, eight, I'd rather masturbate
One, two, we won't fuck you
Three
One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight, up your mind, drove you blind
Made you pray, made you say seventy-eight
Revolutions a minute, seventy-eight
Revolutions a minute, seventy-eight
Di-di-digits rule everything around me
(Digits rule everything around me
Dream, get the money
Dollars but no sense y'all
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12)
three
Drop them four by four
Drop them one by one
Drop them two by two
Drop them three by three
Drop them four by four
Drop them one by one
Drop them six
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven
Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen
Nineteen, twenty,
[Intro: DJ Paul]
Yeah!!!!, Da Mafia 6ix, 8-Ball & MJG, Yeah! M-Town Shit, DJ Paul up in dis muthafucka!
TWhy up in dis muthafucka!
J-Green up in dis
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