Lyrics:
I'm a druggie
Ray Charles
To how often we make love
And how awful it tastes
Blinded by judgement
And lost in
My misogynist ways
Call me today
(Charles Perrault, Le petit Poucet)
Voix d’homme 2 (Pierre Louet), français (mixage):
«Il était une fois…»
(Bruno Bettelheim, Psychanalyse des contes de
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
Brown: "Não, já, já, meu processo tá aí.
Eu quero mudar, eu quero sair.
Se eu trombo esse fulano, não tem pá, não tem pum.
E eu vou ter que assinar um
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
to new heights
By a brown man
Incandescent light
Was invented to give sight
By the white man
We pledge allegiance
All our lives
To the magic
pass by
Charle ee no be so (Oh Joo I dey cool)
Junior boy I dey my corner some
Senior come chop all my provi
(Yea I dey cool) praise the Lord Hallelujah
was sure to go"
"The Distinguished Flying Cross upon Colonel Charles A. Lindberg"
"Panicked investors ordered their brokers to sell at whatever
life on a dirty brown piece of Berber carpet.
Dick's dentures on the ground chattering.
His toupee being carried off by the squirrels
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
saw the hippies cross.
By Herc on Technique needles syncopated time was on time,
The same time as the Beatles.
I was up there watching James Brown's
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
Fox Brown yeah, Jay-Z, what
I keep it fresher than the next, bitch
No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch
With speed, I make the best
Bitch see
to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch
I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags
I got it sellin' nickel bags
Real killer, drug dealer
I got it sellin'
Hydro indo (buddha!)
Hah cocoa yo ya ya yo!
I need some brown weed (lady) all day
I need some brown weed (jenny)
I need some cut (lady lady)
and Jacob in the motherland
I'm Moses posin' against the king freein' his people
I'm Babylon tryna reach God by buildin' a steeple
I'm the strongest man
Small Time, we go make um
Massive turn up, na man roam taya
Charle no where cool oo tema stay by plan
Ohi3 3d) surlely we go run things one day
(ayy,
Small time we go make um
Massive turn up na man roam taya
Charle no where cool oo tema stay by plan
Ohie ed surlely we go run things one day ayy
Multiply by Conceptz
Songwriters: LeRoy Charles Brown III a.k.a. Short Fuze a.k.a. Fuze
Shaquille Keith Brown a.k.a.
newspapers by the kitchen sink
You think I'm off limits driving a 74 dodge Plymouth
Up the street with human feet colored apple-green
With spots eatin
[Intro: Ber]
Yo yo yo yo
Cartel 2016, Kalashnikov
[Scratches: Erik Skratch]
""AK-47 aqui é foda
AK-47 com um pente de 90 é moda!""
[Verso 1: Ber]
estilo amber rose Back todo dia back toda noite vem dropar comigo agora esse doce
Mamonas assassina charle Browns que me fascina até o gordo do tim maia
sua vida...
No outro dia ela acorda meio fraca já é bem preguiçosa imagina de ressaca? Só quer relaxar escuta um som agradável ouvindo um Charle brown
I'm on that brown, that D'Usse that Remy that Henny
Hand on her thigh don't know what's gotten in me
Suppose to be friends but I got too friendly
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