Lyrics:
puedes quemar
Porque cuando salga el sol
Solo pensaré en la rumba y alcohol
Te dolerá saber que no tienes control
Dime, si me voy te dolería
Decide
dick, don't talk, give top (Huh)
Opp bitches low-key love Chief Keef
These opp bitches low-key love GB (Huh)
I'm getting tree-tree, getting head by
Christmas, Hannuku, Kwanza, Las Posadas
All similar to close games, 'cause in the fourth quarter the year just feels different
And them calories around
biblical advisory
A tree with branches has huge as democracy
Give me a chainsaw to cut down this tree of hypocrisy
Election after election, tension upon
to pursue
And talk about your star back
Tarkenton (21) can scramble some, too
But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
You need a pair to give an air
2h du mat' j'suis posé sur un banc
Journée de merde donc j'repense à avant
J'ai perdu du temps
J'veux pas m'mettre un gun sur la tempe
J'écris des
D-Block
La da da, da da da
Aiyyo, this that shit that make niggaz wanna rep they clique
Grab their gun an' diss niggaz to their dick
Buck somethin', go
the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
Niggas yelling ha's and ho's we dumping out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
[G. Dep]
I got enough flows to spit, they cold as shit
Give you what you supposed to get, to close ya lip
I got enough O's to get, and hoes to hit
to be
Can we take our time?
Oohh baby what's the rush
Don't you know I enjoy your company (and your touch)
x2 la la la la la la la la la la ooh ooh
Give
Da, da-da-da, la-la
I look for God on the daily
Praying that the Reaper
Don't take me in a land controlled by Hades (hey)
I'm feeling hasty, yet
Ay yo, so we going to do it like this here
Go 'head
Da, da-da-da, da-da
Da, da-da-da, la-la
Da, da-da-da, da-da
And a-one, two, three (da,
l.a double c these niggas like to talk but make sure i cant see
Ion give a fuck about what u mean bussin off the xans so i cant even see
Want 2 Ars that
on
Fools swear they're wise, wise men know they're foolish
We was headed for the web even before computers
I never thought you would give me a reason to do
Tell me where the guns are left around
Wanna start a riot (I wanna start a riot)
La, la, la, la, la, la, la (Ayy)
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
(Yo,
(La, la, la, la, la, la)
Flo Milli shit
(La, la, la, la, la, la)
Bitch I'm from Alabama
(La, la, la, la, la la)
Yeah, bitch, I got your man
[Bizzy Bone]
Give it to em, bring your gun
Give it to em, bring your gun
[Krayzie Bone]
Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
Nigga, we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA
Nigga whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it!
Thug Luv, nigga. What time is it?
Yo, I don't give
Nigga, we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA
Nigga whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it!
Thug Luv, nigga. What time is it?
Yo, I don't give
Nigga, we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA
Nigga whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it!
Thug Luv, nigga. What time is it?
Yo, I don't give
slum, bum, son of a gun (what?)
And, uh, how much your worth? I think negative Don (this the remix)
Oh (oh), who you gonna give it to? (Yeah)
Who you
slum, bum, son of a gun (what?)
And, uh, how much your worth? I think negative Don (this the remix)
Oh (oh), who you gonna give it to? (Yeah)
Who you
Ooh, baby, for the fun of it
La, la, la, la, la, la, love you all day
Wild love
Ooh, you give me
Wild love
Ooh, I got your
Wild love
I really
Ay, ay
Ouais JAYD solo sur un track nigga
Faut mettre Québec sur la map
Ay, ay, ay
You say this and you say that
Mais none of this and none of that
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