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very good, this is very normal, german lyrics. you're all welcome to our country.
Ha ha ha.
Don't laugh.
since
Intense melodies, metaphors and felonies
Every lyric theoretically
Better than what you said it'd be
Set the beef in motion
Motivated by doubters
to the exterior
Imperial superior, you're inferior
Intelligent trooper, I detect
And I design paragraphs like a architect
Spittin fire like a serpent, lyrical
And dubstep shit
Then throw in some reggaetton
And you're a bad boy!
Lyrics dealing about drugs
Depressive thoughts in harsh violent streets
Trapped by
lyrics, i was rapping trap,
They said, "you won't make it big till you're seventy seven."
And I said, " I can live with that."
My last song 'Let's Get' It
Here he goes again
Heard a tune called "Who's Got Lyrics?"
I made a tune called "Stupid Question"
Fam I got flows again, I
Write the wickedest lyrics
I'm feeling lost, a bit confused
I swear I won, I bought new shoes
I'm makin' beats, I'm making moves
I hear your lyrics, they're overused
I'm
cleats
Cause they're speech refuses to
Reach beyond the beach have a seat quick
(uh) I speak or spit flicks
On your cheap hit's
Time to complete shit,
thrive
Songtext all of your seeds see them growing and know you know my frined
Lyrics if you´re fighting you´ll win one day
Lyric one day someway
somehow
surrounded by real gangsters
Then announce they meant no harm
But I do - So you're in danger
I'm the motherfucking problem
No one ever can resolve
And I'm what
hear voices in my head for what reason
But when the talking stops (pow) it's drive by season
So back the fuck off and give me respect
Now they're
Listen
Drink 'nough beers before the game, what d'ya call that? Georgie Best MC
Listen, I don't rest MC
You man sleep, that's why you're not
[ lyrics taken from CD booklet ]
Heeeeey
What's happenin, y'all?
This is Tyrone Chillinfoot down with the funky Tung Twista, baby
[number] inches
are my crown
Oh, my love, you're all that I prayed for
You were made for these arms to surround
Faithful as a morning sunrise
And sacred as a love
a herd of cattle
You'll tattle when you straddle the praddle with which we fiddle faddle
Cause we're groovin'
Our lyrics movin
Right through ya
Better let
Lyrics & Music: Paul Kantner
Lyrics: Grace Slick
He's stronger by talk than by sight
But by sight he'll know you
You buy him a ride he'll know you
or hear like Hellen Keller
Features show me lyrics I tell them develop better
I do not put out no cap rap I stand by that forever
Stand by that forever, I
that's
There's a lot of percussion
There was yeah
Lots of things getting hit by other things
A notch down
Ctrl+A
Kay, now we're ready
Ctrl+C
We literally
Carlos Jobim with lyrics by Aloysio De Oliveira
English lyrics by Ray Gilbert
to my toes lyrics that undress your hoes
Stand back this is private property
Belongs to big business and they're ready to fight for it.
Be whoever you
even after you're gone
Strange thought, I know, but my skills still grow
The 80s, the 90s, 2000s, and so
On and on until the crack of dawn
Until
fancy car
I said "Dopeman Dopeman" that's who I am
I got lyrics by the pound and I sell'em for grams
I don't sell crack I sell coke bitch I'm a star
Bullshit aside
Never tell a lie
Expose the fakes
You're bound to fly
On your way
From stopping by
Dap em up
We the fucking guys
What a time to be alive
You
a song
The end of the day I took the time to write my feelings
At the end of the year I'll still be here spitting lyrics
Know you're on my mind every night
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