Lyrics:
carols and god bless
america and thanks for comin so:
Get a job you bum bum bum
Money dont grow on trees you bum bum bum.
Silent farts
Deadly farts
but you let it go by, yee
I was just fucked up, I was just down, down bad
I had to tighten the fuck up, but I'm here for the crown, crown (oh, shit)
cups of Christmas cheer
I just need to catch my breath
Christmas by myself this year
Calendar picture, frozen landscape
Chilled this room for
to smile
`Cause you know that I'm about to servin'
Christmas dinner country style
Christmas dinner country style
Everybody's sittin' by your head
to smile
`Cause you know that I'm about to servin'
Christmas dinner country style
Christmas dinner country style
Everybody's sittin' by your head
caught me a baddie
Cranberry cups with the matic
Throw a half a brick at Magic
18-5 on a Monday
I'm a renegade with the money
Like the way I scrape
We are amazed but not amused
By all the things you say that you'll do
Though much concerned but not involved
With decisions that are made by you
biorę kija
Na ulicy nie nagrywaj sztywno razem w grupie siła
Walka tu to walka o wszystko to ten moment by zabłysnąć
Dla rodziny i przyjaciół by zarobić
Żaden z was tak jak w Rybniku ale czad
Teraz już na mnie bum być ma jak szakalaka
Czym ci to pachnie Chanel five
Nic mi nie szło a nadszedł czas
turn shake bum bum veronica
Odo move uh uh
One by one enter body make it be like fever
Move uh uh uh uh
Ogbe Ogbe
Today today
Teba Sunle Sunle
Kole Kole
when they see me walking by
Beautiful women coming up saying hi
I know that I'm him
They say chances slim
But you can catch me floating way above the rim
a fucking bum
Just live your life
You only get one
I wanna
Make it drop
I wanna dance
Til' it stops
I wanna
Make it drop
i wanna dance
Til' it stops
I know
hurt
I guess you do it for fun
Coz you're a Meanie Bum
You say that I deserve
To curl up and burn
And get eaten by birds
Come out as a turd coz you're
cranberry fuckin' up my balls
That's my dog, yeah, we done got it off the ground
Turned it to Ruff Ryders, gave niggas a new sound
You heard I was from
all over the world
I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican Day Parade
Then at night, I'm in New Orleans drinkin' hand grenades
Outnumbered by
change that
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
(C
in the modern day a bold move
I told you I'm nothing but a bum on a beach
But you'd never guess judging by the young's that I speak
This my life
You know me, I know you
We are not the same
At all now
Your mystery, outgrew mine
When I'm by myself, alone in tears
Something is taking over me
It
wal w kimono
Atomy mamy ten styl i vibe
Groove i hype swing i funk ajt
Atomy jak ktoś mówi rap bum i bap gruby hajs ajt
Atomy mamy ten styl i vibe
of Christmas cheer
I just need to catch my breath
Christmas by myself this year
Calendar picture, frozen landscape
Chill this room for twenty-four days
all over the world
I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican Day Parade
Then at night, I'm in New Orleans drinkin' hand grenades
Outnumbered by
pozdrowienia
Ej
Bum
Wiesz kto powraca
Wiesz kto
Ten sam koleś co rozpierdala swoim flow
Ten sam gość którego miałeś dosyć
A wiesz co
Wracam z nową dawką mocy
Yo
purple hay
Remove the wood from the barn
Introduce them to the yak and cranberry
And make sure Bubba Spark good, then I'm gone
Even if we run the war,
(originally by The Cranberries)
Oh, my life
Is changing every day
In every possible way
And oh, my dreams
It's never quite as it seems
Never quite
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