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Pulling off fast in the R.C. 350 We pull off all like, like skrt (Skrt) "You got cash?", yes sir aye Shawty wanna get turnt Neck cold like brr aye (Brrr)
If I catch an opp just know he dead R.C. got murder all in his head Man, you know these niggas be fed They fuck with 12, they must be scared I just
and now I'm on the throne I used to play them hoes like I played trombone Looking down on 'em like R.C. drone Mr telephone man give 'em dial tones I ask
the chosen Okay, I'm R.C. Yeah the Royal Child Act like you know it Ugh I don't care who fucking with me Cause I keep that switchy switchy tucked inside my
and get the Ferrari R.C. with me please go add calamari I need em to play this track at the party I'm with justin pulling up to the function She off
se parlent à coups de Machettes On voit on dévoile on vend on achète Pas loin de ceux sui se parlent à coups de Gâchettes R.c.S !!! Sous les gravats
on a track with the homie Who told me and showed me to be me performing And now I am beast, you cannot control me No T.V. No R.C. Can't see me like John Cena
twist lesbos, and guzzling out exos My firearms stick to my waste like Velcro It's R.C. nothing phony about me With E double the O.G. you know me You got
click On sum R.C. shit You know how they get No fear of covid 19 They got ar15s City fell like a war zone Like it's 1915 Bullets hitting yo car door
the ginger ale In hopes that I'll forget you Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye You took some Taekwondo and kicked me in the back You stepped on my r.c. car
jhel lete R.C. book chowki pe Mamu log bail dete Kon hai Kon hai Kon hai Kon hai Kon hai Kon hai Kon hai Kon hai Mei bola kon hai Kon hai kon hai kon
Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo Ooo-ooo Aa-aa-aah Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo (Aa-aah) When I was younger I had Air Hogs R.C. helicopter (Helicopter)
Dilla, Cole, now it's R.C. standing like a great dane I ain't in it for the fame, yeah I can't quite put my finger on it but I heard the bells ring, yeah
Flash, make 'em walk with it pointed on ya hip Fuck it though, that's me, who is you? I'm down with Dirty Jerks and R.C. and A.P. But who's you? (?)
worker, R.C. Me mega-poverty, New York City, dollar signs prevail Five place love, exclusive, nine millimeters My voice box run through tracks like wild
tam tepe açı R.C. tövbecibaşı ben ancak insan taslağıyım, kaderime kobayım, bilirim galeyanı Buralardan kaçasım var bulutların yek gözaltısından Hatta
away Brains getting bags full of shit that I desire I don't have the money at the moment to replace my fuckin' tire Oh well, R.C. you're fired, shit, man
cabela Si el gua' sonre contigo, te guayate, no le creen Un teteo es clandestino, R.C. te desmantel El sol se le va a todo el mundo, dame banda, mamá ema
Bo on Tecmo[02:04.66]Then I'm out this piece like R.C. Pro[02:06.82]They talking but I'm on the go[02:08.78]So beating me is something that I
R.C. M.G YEAH Hear they talkin' all greasy How they wanna fight me Yeah yeah, yeah Better tip-toe around me nigga On God Real shit I don't do
mes toubabs Devant nous, y'a R.c.S J'suis dans le studio, j'suis tout calme J'connais déjà la béta test J'fais ça comme si c'était ma dernière chance
and now I'm on the throne I used to play them hoes like I played trombone Looking down on 'em like R.C. drone Mr telephone man give 'em dial tones I ask
最大級のエクスタシー 昂奮のサウンドオブミュージック 今まで僕等は何をやっていたんだ 今まで僕等はどれだけ知ってるんだ 思えば僕等はこれからどうなるんだ いろんなのがあるぜ B.B. J.B. R.C. 0.T. 君もきっとおちいるぜ 限りなく裸のまま 青春のバイオロジー 老人のハイソサエティー 六根のエクスタシー
and all that Knawmean? I rep N.Y. - the Boogie Down baby L.V. R.C. [Name] Crew Terror Squad baby This is how we do 1-9-9-9 baby Triple Seis backwards Feel
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