Lyrics:
Fuck you (fuck you)
One hundred forty best of the best tempo
Fuck you (fuck you)
One hundred forty best of the best tempo
Fuck you (fuck you)
One
and thirty-seven
One hundred and thirty-eight
One hundred and thirty-nine
One hundred and forty
One hundred and forty-one
One hundred and forty-two
One hundred
one hundred ways to love a cat
One hundred loving ways
Way forty: give them a toy mouse
One hundred loving ways
One hundred loving ways
One hundred
(Soundmain)
(LiqLiq, play that fye)
She left me on read for fourteen hours, she get a response in one hundred forty
That's five or six days, times
need to
scream and shout it
Around the world
one hundred fourty five
around the world
Hands Up still alive
Around the world
the crowd screams
need to
scream and shout it
Around the world
one hundred fourty five
around the world
Hands Up still alive
Around the world
the crowd screams
a Machito HOT-LINE
Tonta baby you sexy on the line
One o hundred twenty seven forty thirty five
Come on Pruebame
Tonta baby you sexy on the Line
One o
and honey and Captain Crunch and you in the morning
Pure love, you're the picture of pure love
Ninety-nine and forty-four one hundreds percent pure love
-four one hundreds percent pure love
Pure love You're the picture of pure love
Ninety-nine and forty-four one hundreds percent pure love
I wake up with
and forty-four one-hundreds
Percent pure love
I wake up with sunshine
Layin' beside me
And bluebirds singing right outside my window
Soft, warm kisses
Say
and honey and Captain Crunch and you in the morning
Pure love, you're the picture of pure love
Ninety-nine and forty-four one hundreds percent pure love
the gentleman's bid here
One hundred thirty million
At one hundred and thirty million
Adrien, you have it at one hundred forty million
At one hundred and forty
engine I love, one hundred forty three
Oh, the Doctor said to Georgie, your life cannot be saved
Murdered upon a rail road laid in a lonesome grave
His
and honey and Captain Krunch and you in the morning,
Pure love, you're the picture of pure love
Ninety-nine and forty-four one hundreds percent pure love.
They'll rearrange
Oh, they rearrange
When I'm dead and gone, all one-hundred forty-nine
Please don't change
No, please don't change
And when he died
(I got hundreds cash)
(40 on the dash)
(Bitch real bad)
(Whip real fast)
(I got tinted glass)
(Make the opps mad)
(Imma put they ass)
(Under fucking
A lot of people hatin' cuz I'm
Out here on my steezo
Temperature is One Thousand Nine Hundred
Forty Three, yo!
Bitch, we got that shit that get you
twenty-one thousand, one hundred forty pounds of string
What was he trying to prove, who was he trying to impress
Why did he build it, how did he do, it was
twenty-one thousand, one hundred forty pounds of string
What was he trying to prove, who was he trying to impress
Why did he build it, how did he do, it was
In eighteen hundred and forty-one
The corduroy breeches I put on
Me corduroy breeches I put on
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary
my phone, so I give her the block
Mans, double my age, took her back after she made him block
That shit sad, one hundred and forty on the dash yeah,
facts claim
Emojis that accentuate the lies
In your mainframe let these bars reflect it
The self disrespected
These Twidiots with one hundred
Forty
times ten equals one hundred and twenty
Twelve times eleven equals one hundred and thirty two
Twelve times twelve equal one hundred and forty four
Now
seventeen, my soul be like one-hundred forty
I took a year to gather all my thoughts from in and out
From time to time I had some doubts
I kept the goal, now I
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