Lyrics:
D-M-V
Gotta wait in line for half an hour
D-M-V
Gonna wait for my ticket to be called
D-M-V
Gonna get license and new registration
D-M-V
And we're
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M5 трасса всё внутри погасло
Притопил на газ, сделал последний напас
Любовь ради секса — это мимо кассы
Я тебя любил как последний раз
M5 трасса всё
Aprendi a te amar
TAUHRA
Tonalidade F#m
A G#m#5 D E
Quantas vezes o senhor me convidou
life
I'm the M.V.P
M.V.P
I'm the M.V.P
M.V.P
I'm the M.V.P
M.V.P
I'm the M.V.P
M.V.P
Подо мной M5, Asphalt 8
У неё Birkin цвета осень
Она закурит, но я бросил
Ice занижает градус в роксе
Да, подо мной M5, Asphalt 8
У неё Birkin
Well, I'm rumblin' in this JCB
I'm 5 years old and my dad's giant sitting beside me
And the engine rattles my bum like berserk
While we're singin,
Get with the, with the M-G-M
Get with the, with the M-G-M
Get with the, with the M-G-M
Get with
Get with the M-G-M-V-E
Guaranteed,
SILENCIE O SEU EGO ( beto breu)
F#m7 Bm5+ Dm7+ C9/D F#m
like the first cigarette of the day
And it's you and it's me
And we're sleeping through the day
And I'm five years ago
And three thousand miles
If rap was a game, I'll be M.V.P
The most valuable poet on the M.I.C
Ayo, if rap was a game, I'll be M.V.P
The most valuable poet on the M.I.C
Well, I'm rumbling in this JCB
I'm 5 years old and my dad's a giant, sitting beside me
And engine rattles my bum like berserk
While we're singing
Well, I'm rumblin' in this JCB
I'm 5 years old and my dad's giant sitting beside me
And the engine rattles my bum like berserk
While we're
I'm five hundred miles away from home
Teardrops fell on mama's note when I read the things she wrote
She said we miss you son we love you come
I'm five years behind on my five year plan
I'm too young to die old enough to panic
What am I doing with my life
I'm five years behind on my five
Super rich kids driving on the west side
500 horses to their rear tires
Super rich kids driving on the west side
500K in that M5
Super rich kids
to fumble
Got dreams of being at home
And not worrying bout stashing my phone
Look
Right now I weight one forty eight
I'm underweight
I'm five nine and I'm
zámek, spoustu otázek mám
Ale asi radši budu sám
Radši budu alone jako Post M
V pátek večer sám lehám na postel
Jsem jenom koment pod tvým postem a
Ty jsi
de almas perdidas
F#m7 B7
Vento que sopra no norte e no sul
Bm7 G#m7(b5) G7(#11)
No horizonte devassador
to generate temporary key
AGENTS
Something about zebras
DOROTHY THE ALGORITHM
Dorothy liked bacon mouseover event
m v s p
possessed, I'm five high
I'm flying high I don't want to be sober, high life
I'll never give up my Connect, no Wi-Fi
I orchestrate the work work, they call me
ready (I'm ready)
It's five o'clock and I'm heaven bound
I'm ready, I'm ready
It's five o'clock and I'm heaven bound
Aluma luma hu, aluma luma hu
starte den Biturbo, fahr' zu mei'm Team
In mei'm V8 Biturbo
Mei'm V8 Biturbo
Mei'm V8 Biturbo
Und wir bleiben wach mit den Jungs durch die Stadt
In
One day I'll be a year
Then I'll be two, then three, then four
But as for now I'm sittin' here
I'm five days old and no days more
I'm jumpin' up
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