Lyrics:
she is a queen
Mamas mamas i just wanna caff a ring
I just wanna caff a ring for ooo mamas
Look at the berry rocking the Afro with them tight jeans
pensiero e di rimorso
Per uscire fuori tutto a posto
Tutto a posto a posto un cazzo
E la testa ? una mazza che, che sbatte
Contro la tazza di caff?
E la
I really need it
I hope I'm getting through
This time I really mean it
I need it more than you
I'd like a venti, half-caff
Low-cal cappuccino
Light
ki bu sikik mi rakibim
Caffeine, Caffeine, Caffeine, Caffeine caff (Caff)
Puffin', puffin', puffin', puffin puff, (Puff)
Caffeine, Caffeine, Caffeine,
fruits?
What about British fruits?
What happened to pie and mash?
Wanna go to the Caff?
But my plumbs, they're so purple p-purple p-purple Pies- They're
a thousand faces.
There's debutante, drama queens
Glued to bride magazine
Half caff, two pumped, no whip in the coffee bean,
Love has a thousand faces
Well, she slept in caffs and coffee bars and bowling alleys,
And every penny she had
Was spent on purple hearts and cigarettes.
She took all her
I've got to say to you press now is:
It's all eggs, bacon, beans and a fried slice
Eggs, bacon, beans and a fried slice
Go to Maggies caff
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in a kings cross caff
A leather jacket against the cold
Gone down to London turning coal into gold
Down to London - down to London
Gone down
caff
A leather jacket against the cold
Gone down to London turning coal into gold
Down to London, down to London
Gone down to London to be the king
patched it up
Sitting in the trap with crack to cut
I'm sitting in the caff and cracked a cup
I'm silly with the MAC, man mashed 'em up
I hit him with
Socks and sliders everywhere and every day
Full English breakfast at a caff, not a cafe
No, no, baby, we don't let strangers come our way
But you
patched it up
Sitting in the trap with crack to cut
I'm sitting in the caff and cracked a cup
I'm silly with the MAC, man mashed 'em up
I hit him with
a few communists got run in
And National Service come back in
In the winter of '79
When Marco's caff went up in flames
The Vambo boys took the blame
¡Bomba! ¡Bomba!
Smooke fayah man, meditación, done y caff
Hacen que se ponga a danzar, toda la gente,
En la fiesta
More fayah
Hace calor
Y no se ve
Half caff blunt
I ain't tryna be wildin
Ion like the way my face sits I'm constantly frowning
But ion like to be smiling
And I'd like to be pool
Head out for some brunch
Look down at the time
Shit it's fucking lunch
Shit it's fucking lunch
The caff is full
I can't believe my luck
What do i do
was late
Green screen had a n***a moving out of pace
And I’m stacking up that poutine from the caff been gaining weight
Sixteen
That’s when my grams
wou wou wou!,
Es D-O-N-E,
Sky es lo traje (¡sky, sky!),
Pal’ sky es donde vamos (¡sky, sky!),
¡Nico Caff!,
Ya si se, si se,
Ya, sí sé,
Que les cambie
(¡Rrrrrrrtatatatatata!),
Pensar en tanto me divierte,
Que si soy RapStar,
Que si soy TrapBoy,
Que si soy DanceHall,
¿Qué opina usted?,
DONExprs,
Nico Caff,
Los que producen
out a Michelin
Hit a lick
Scooby come slide in that mystery
Can't caff a bitch I ain't living in misery chasing is basic I don't got the energy
Bitch
beef no caff
You don't want team no staff
Rolling up a woods no axe
Gotta keep it clean no Rez
You aint really run it up
No stats
When I see you in
course for the moon
Sippin' the half caff, to slam grams for man's plans
Melancholy tones that have craft in jazz hands
My eyes down, scan the head dome
grande in a venti cup
Half caff double cupped no sleeve, please
Salted caramel mocha latte
Two pumps vanilla
Two pumps of mocha
Substitute two pumps
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