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Grosse frappe lucarne comme Makele
bientôt y feront tous la que leu leu
Jamais on dira nickel leu leu
Car j'ai la mort en double appel leu leu
their face is hidden
Harvard alumni
See the ghetto as dumb guys
Give em a nickel for a million bucks of gun rhymes
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la
The Saint, the runners and Balenciagas
The money buy plenty, the pennies, the dollars
The nickels, the dimes came straight from the bottoms
The bottom,
Beat the case so I skipped the jail
If I toss a nickel then I wish you well
Rah, my hitmen don't miss men, they kill shit
Trunk a nigga then burn the car
ring
Bucket hat with the wrinkled brim
I'm in the water where it's sink or swim
Doin' math on the abacus
Already made the nickel, I'm thinkin' ten
walked around with the iron for any wrinkle in time
I pay the peace of my mind for every nickel and dime
But never less than a five and never slept
Jack
Nickel said J.I.D. so flame I propane rap
I'm from East Atlanta like Gucci and Travis Porter
But my story is similar to the hare and the tortoise
a nickel, for a dime
Street life, but you better not get old
Or you're gonna feel the cold
There's always love for sale
A grown up fairy tale
Prince
all need collards
Been ribbing these nickels but ain't got no dollars
We dig our own ditches, we roll our own smokes
And we're secretly wishing that
jumped in my shell when I saw my momma burning trees
Hard white, I trickle nickel bags
Ice cold true shit, in the booth with blue lips
On your grave
horses,
Each meal she ate was a dozen courses,
She had a million dollars worth of nickels and dimes,
She sat around and counted them all a million times.
only one request of your life
That you spend it all with me
All the seasons and the times of your days
All the nickels and the dimes of your days
in his middle I'm doin' my best,
He's about the worst bucker I've seen on the range
He can turn on a nickel and give you some change.
He turns
a bridge and across the mountains
Threw a nickel in a fountain
To save my soul from all these troubled times
And all the drugs that I don't have
The nickel and the dime
Kind of job that don't pay enough
To buy a can of beans
Chicken bone's clean
Hush, hush, little baby, don't you cry
Hush, hush,
lickins
Stickin' niggas that be trickin'
You need a swift kick in' yo ass is right for the pickin'
Now as my pockets thicken
I be kickin' nickel slickin'
only one request of your life
That you spend it all with me
All the seasons and the times of your days
All the nickels and the dimes of your days
None found alive
Trees break the sidewalk
And the sidewalk skins my knee.
There's glass in my thermos and blood on my jeans
Nickels and dimes
batteries
Attach my fashion to the casualties of anarchy
Save my nickels up to buy that homeless man a brand new horn
Then sit up on his crate as I witness
a skinhead who never returned.
Skinhead goes down to the Kendall Sq. Station
And he changes For Jamaica Plain,
The conductor says skinhead I need a nickel
store
Man G, candy's far from what they want
You might see a pickle or a popsicle
But if you step to the back, you get dimes, twenties, and nickels
lite-ass nickel plates
So if you want to misbehave nigga
I'll have to kick it to the motherfuckin' grave digger
Yeah motherfucker you heard it
Doin'
only one request of your life
That you spend it all with me
All the seasons and the times of your days
All the nickels and the dimes of your days
Had to slave, no job, just some baggy britches (yeah)
I get active, I'm a savage, I was baggin' nickels
Toe tag 'em with that ratchet, I get active
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