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I keep on losing time but I, take the second hand People stop and stare at me, if I could, I'd make them understand My picture starts to fade away I
que cela puisse être, vous avez besoin d'argent. Putain. Vérifie juste ton compte. Regarde combien il y a. Je ne peux pas. Son ventre tombe de plus en
nous, Quelque part. C'est cette force que l'on a. c un, à deux, à mille. C'est cette folle idée qu'ensemble, On se parle et on s'anime. D'Ottawa à
they d-do it to my song I'mma make you do a song, sick it to you a song Fluents keep movin in the middle with pillows they chewing on Other rappers
Race When Fords and Lincolns was settin' the pace. That story is true, I'm here to say I was drivin' that Model A. It's got a Lincoln motor
and the women in Louisiana, D-C, V-A, Motorcity, to the Lou what it do from the blow like waco, Chi Town going way low, both cacalacas, Alabama to the M. I. A.
spittin, you know police come chalk ya It's like you peep this and I'm the young A. Walker Fuck it, I'm ridin with Sig, you niggas is sweet Collidin with
just can't help it baby I can't help but stare So Tell the D.J. To pump it up a little more Hey girl I gotta let you know That you've got that
from Memphis There was that one from West L. A. But the one from New Orleans She tried to put you in your grave. There was the one from Texas Lord, she
dans l'ciel en flammes comme le phénix J'reste loin d'eux comme si j'venais Phoenix Chen Zen, la F, New York cité comme des AFs (ekip) Ekip, A.S
to think to have me maiden head That I have kept so long I'd rather I was dead and cold And me body laid in the grave Than a lusty, dusty, coal black smith
2 inches I'd move mountains I'd burn bridges For those who won't go the distance I'm so sick and tired of fake friends All this is a. Means to an end
to get they trust on (damn) I'd rather ride alone out here surviving living day by day Mapping out the future I'm Steven A. with the play by play (woo)
It's 'Kiss You know who I'm with Tical, ha ha! First off, smack the teeth out a rapper mouth The beef brawl, I'm 3D right in front your house
Those who purport To making us great Show love no support Give oxygen to hate They seek to divide And lay claim to the land So we'd like to remind
qui monte, ils comprennent pas tout ce qui s'y passe Citoyen du monde, M. A. C. L. O' dans la place L'avenir est tracé Des idées dépassées Marre d
My analyst told me that I was right out of my head The way he described it he said 'd be better dead than alive I didn't listen to his jive I knew
doe Rhymes too drastic, bastard, pull hookers like elastic N. B. A. style, fantastic No time to bite, but I just might, tonight I write left-handed
that Sit your ass down Away from the massacre, they gonna laugh at you Come with the fuckery, A. Yates gonna blast at the Naysayers yappin', the K
Index auriculaire dressés, croix retournée sur le bling-bling, Tête de mort dans les pupilles, Prince des ténèbres dans le building. R. A. P. va
just can't help it baby I can't help but stare So Tell the D.J. To pump it up a little more Hey girl I gotta let you know That you've got that
TRUCK DRIVIN' SON OF A GUN (Dixie Dean - Robert A. King) « © '65 Southern Arts Music, BMI » I got a cute little gal in every eastern town from
a shit 쏘리맨 또 했어 래도 살짝 바꿨지 이 정도면 괜찮지? 아니면 I don't give a. 씨발 붙일 말도 떨어졌어 but okay 다 채웠네 워 J하고 double D 완전히 미친새끼들만 모여있지 Oh no 나보고 말해 대장님 No no 내가 제일 정상이지 워
J'rentre dans l'son Faut qu'ça soit Excellent Comme c'qu'il y a dans l'celo Vendeur de stup J'suis pas dans celà J'suis plus trop d'ceux-la Là j'suis
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