Lyrics:
kuer
Og her er sikkert hundre tusen millioner fluer
Gøy på landet gøy på landet
Sånt no hak'ke vi i by'n
Nei det har vi ikke
Gøy på landet gøy på landet
kuer
Og her er sikkert hundre tusen millioner fluer
Gøy på landet gøy på landet
Sånt no hak'ke vi i by'n
Nei det har vi ikke
Gøy på landet gøy på landet
Mr. Lennon, Mr. Lennon!
John John, could, could I get your autograph?
Could I get your autograph? (Sure kid)
Oh, yeah yeah yeah, just
Could you
jeg spørre deg åssen det går
Kan vi fortsatt ta heis opp til stjernene
Mr Ødegaard så øde du går
Øde du går i din jakt etter sannheten
Varmen fra sand
Ridin’ ‘round in the 6ix
I ain’t got time for this shit
Only got time for the music
I stay one hunnid’ lil’ bitch
Ridin’ ‘round in the 6ix
You know we
a nigga like Koop, a nutcase
And I can tell by the day it's gonna be a long night
When I take a swipe for your life, my big black butcher knife
Now I
I asked him he wanted me to hustle up his bail, but he said "no"
He just didn't give a damn anymore
Six in the morning, police at my door
Six in
Six Play, Six play
I tried to write it in calligraphy
But the words wouldn't come to me
Couldn't send it in a telegram
Or sculpt it like Rodan
Birkin ja vi har bags
Ohh lets go
Blir det for mye må jeg roe ned
Hun vet at hun står i min sone
Hoesa de klarer ikke å roe ned
Hvor mange bodies er hore
rings
Standing in the kitchen with a bitch
Whippin' out bricks look at my rim like six
Remember I was bagging up nicks
Bagging up bricks keep blue
Drip drip jeg rocker ting med mine G's
Her i min by vi fucker ikke med police
Stilen den er dyr ice ice Jeg holder meg clean
Nikey GucciPrada Fendi
sikke dog en lorte by
Men i en lille pose havde vi noget stort at ryge
Så sort en flasker at den næsten havde gjort os syge
Suge lyd ! Og alt imens vi
(Grade A, Grade A, Grade A)
Take a bitch shoulder
Finna introduce y'all to Lil Reuben
AKA Mr g6, G Swig, me swig talk to ’em bro
Nigga, I'm clean
av vi ger oss av
Ivo mannen jag skiter blankt i din åsikt
Jag gör min grej och du sköter ditt
Jag är en egen man så det tråkigt
Om jag stör för dig
How shall I send thee?
I'm gonna send thee six by six
Six for the six that never got fixed
Five for the gospel preachers
Four for the four that stood
Ri ri ri ri ringde upp 01an
Rrr cuz cuz
They call me sticks
Jag och gatan vi är inte bra för varann
Vi är som mr and mrs smith
Hon stänger av luren
of this bitch's mist I say shame, shame, shame.
Enemies attacking me actually I'm in the grain ask Mr. Majesty these
Casualties well they're passin me by
det er vi stadig venner
Hopper vandpytter efter et skybrud
Min psykolog si'r: "Hvorfor ser du så syg ud?"
De bittesmå fødder sidder fast i en lervej
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
ingen av oss trudd nån gang
at vi skuill hver vår vei
Men no e' vi her
i hver vår by
Din måne i ne
og min i ny
Æ veit itj om æ sa det,
men du e' min
takes the piss
Whether you prejudice or not man he's just a kid
But that's what Trevor done no one ever saw him after that
6 years past now Kirby's
send thee?
I'm gonna send thee six by six
Six for the six that never got fixed
Five for the five that stayed alive
Four for the four that stood
plans to get my Lamb and my six
Niggas outta pen'll understand this shit
Pop champagne like I won a championship
Been around the world and I, I, I
plans to get my Lamb and my six
Niggas outta pen'll understand this shit
Pop champagne like I won a championship
Been around the world and I, I, I
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