Lyrics:
fuck it several
Fucking bitches by the several
Chains on a N***as shinning
Pedal to to the metal
Diamonds on me bezeled
Fuck ex it's settled
Game
They got me killin' with them
They got me sinnin' with them
Smokin' drum, holdin' arms, bustin' guns with them
They got me fearin' the pen,
can't forget times
I know it's just a phase, it'll pass by
I know I'll be okay if I can't find
Love, when it (I) love when it don't hurt
Try not to think
așa, miros a Guns N' Roses
Pushin P ca Thug și Gunna prin poze
Prin capul meu, prin capul meu circulă
Și nu mai pun și nu mai pun virgulă
Stai așa,
the dollar
You belong to the one political party
I belong to the one musical party
Our differences are worlds apart
Just like guns and roses
If we don't
you!"
And my dick felt long and hard
"I am the man for which no God waits
But for which the whole world yearns
I'm marked by darkness and by blood
And one
m'inspirer
Les poumons noir la tête aussi j’ai trop sombré
La haine ma parrainé car la vie ne ma pas raté
C’est le gun . ou la rose
C’est les sommes .
the fuck you really doing in that water
550 degrees time go by i still get hotter
N**** wrote me off threw me right there by the garbage
But i stood up
pledge allegiance to the 12 gauge Mossberg
I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed-off Leather face got a big gun in your face
Behind that bush and when they roll by
We
one more notch on his gun
And when he turned to go
The beautiful maiden knelt down
Where her dead sweetheart lay
And on his breast placed a rose
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
neighborhood
Not bad meanin' bad but bad meanin' good
Time flies by with the boomin' system
Shot by my head, I popped back and I missed 'em
So I kept
We got guns and and we got roses, we step like "uh la la"
N'fakt si nihet zoni, rahat-ta-ta-ta
We step like "uh la la", we step like "uh la la"
hate me, b****es in the head beatin 'em (So)
N****s wanna ride by the crib all slow (Oh)
We clap motherf***er, want a real rap show?
Fiends are
of growin
Express Yourself, was said by N.W.A.
So stop givin trouble a play
Because those who chose to oppose never rose they all froze
At thirty-two
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
but they dragged him by his arm
They took him upstairs
His mum was tied up in the flat to a chair
Soon as he saw, man he rushes over there
I swear
by my wrist I gave the pot whoopings
You ain't bout no gun action stop woofing
N***as shoot diss tracks we shot bullets
Made 5K on the corner
gun aiming at my back
Losing my homies one by one
Losing my homies one by one
Losing my homies one by one
Yeh but Trunksy he a real one
(Uh) pull up
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin' to get shot
By me or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin' to get shot
By me or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's
a splurge on my kind
Sippin' on a fifth of Rose wine
Yeah, the Flesh-N-, the Flesh-N-muthafuckin' Bone
Gettin' my tipsy on strong, always stay packin' that
destined to shine
I did this shit by myself, I laced my boots for the Climb, so many n****s out and lost
Dude, this journey is real, I keep two Glocks on me,
the plan
Love is for the weak I need them racks
Ekse agents... askies I'm sorry
Buh I need the glory so it's guns n roses
So act like u know Me B
This
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