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And lay under your palm trees I looked in the eyes of the Indian Who lay on the Federal Building steps And through the range finder over the hill I
Now the same fucking bitches wanna lay down where I came Wanna talk about my range Like this range finder Gonna find a fucking way To a Range Rover
on foreign islands I want that Range Rover Navigating path finder She came from poverty And me too so it’s perfect timing Do you want some yellow diamonds Keep
Shirley's Place By: Head Ferns Momma don't like Neither do I Hit road hike Don't expect pie Their culture strange Same but not Dolly down range
soul He said he was family till he got too old And he called them miners mother load finders Digging so deep in search of more gold Oh where are
spiser vi dinner Naanbrød med baba ganoush som en inder Asted af sti'n, og lad os se hvad vi finder Find mig der hvor det skinner Hvor selv skyggen er så
his soul He said he was family till he got too old And he called them miners, mother lode finders Digging so deep in search of more gold Oh, where are
his soul He said he was family till he got too old And he called them miners, mother lode finders Digging so deep in search of more gold Oh, where
soul He said he was family 'til he got too old And he called them miners, motherlode finders Digging so deep in search of more gold Oh, where are
faith Range Rove leather roof, love war fuck a truce Still move a bird like I'm in bed with Mother Goose Them hoes comin' in a baker's dozen Claiming
pain in the end Pain (x4) Organized crimer,big trouble finder In and out of institutions ever since I was a minor But now I'm on the bricks,deep in
dripped up in designer Came a long way from hitting licks up in a Honda Now your bitch on my dick yea that’s where you’ll finder Swimming with the sharks
ride G5 when we fly Singing deals in the sky You know numbers don't lie From the muscle I grind From the bottom I climb Middle finder to swine You
the verbal you're shot, from the deep range or down low to the mwah Wipe the face off got her frozen on ice, talking crazy things like never leaving her life
their story ain't lining up as they make it But I'm chilling in the backyard waiting to hear that thang click They took aim close range from inside of my
the top down and leaving it off Bitch said that I was self centered A pushed a button in the range and nows it's self centers With a pistol in my jeans,
huh? I don't need no features Still bring out the creature Let's play finders keepers I only play for keeps huh Product of the streets uhh I got
ever them trends at Off the wall, bank shot Niggas lame could never hang out Dressing fancy, bring the range out Ima pimp I pull my Cain out 100
l'inspecteur En séminaire, y a au moins deux, trois grinders Ça fait deux cents morts par semaine, demande au finder J'bois pas trop d'fé-ca, direct j'fume un
how to live my life Game's finished, hella kids would want a do over And I used to think that way too until I grew older New Range Rover, gold
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