Lyrics:
Haan mujhko na gila
Jo kuch h na mila
Teri wafao ka h ye sila
Haan mujhko na gila
Jo kuch h na mila
Teri wafao ka h ye sila
Gum na zindagi m
Fork
G G Goat g g g g Goat
G G Grass g g g g Grass
G G Guitar g g g g Guitar
G G Gorilla g g g g Gorilla
H H Hat h h h h Hat
H H Hippo h h h h Hippo
H
(Push 'em up) Ladies!
(Push 'em up)
Get your damn hands up
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the 8th Wonder
Patrone shots
H. Lorenzo belt, buckle from Chrome Heart
A-life tag popper, it'd be sad not to walk out the store
With bags worth a 100 cash, shoppin?
producing me
Diamonds only that's geology
I'm tryna study her biology
But she wanna, break my heart
Rip it apart
Guess she like cardiology
Honestly no
neutrals there
You'll either be a union man
Or a thug for J. H. Blair
Which side are you on boys?
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on boys?
like a flock of
d a r k, v a n i s h i n g b i r d s.
the Beetle King slammed down his fist:
why, your flowery description
is no better than his!
we sent
Giuseppe's
Frankie V's, h. findel, chanel, this is l
(you doin' a lot of frontin') but that ain't hard to tell
(you tryin' to flip me) nah b (this I see)
Mujhse tu kehna yaar I'm your friend
Per saala yaha kissi ko koi nhi smjhta
Tera h dukh toh bss tujhe h jhelna
Blade hai haath mei per chala nhi pata
His Hand /
VERSE 1
H. D. Parker / I didn't know / Mom Parker never told me so /
You did your best / to tolerate it / they ne-ver un-der-stood / they
ratko tu thief h bro
Tera face like my Shit h bro
Mere Gaane sun Shane in repeat m bro
Kya to deaf h bro tu to Shit ka sheaf h bro
Har baat par Karta
I'm just hangin' with my homies
I'm not out of a duty
I never like them lazy
Bros ballin' like S. Curry
Pop it i got medic
Bitches want ikari
Spank
Det räcker där
Ja
Nu hör jag alltså väldigt lite frida!
Free as a bumble bee
I'm down
And I feel depressed
Sitting
Hum chore haryana wale rhte ni calm
Jb hoti h sham tb bnte h jam
Jeb m hmri h bht mota pasa
Yha hr ek chij ka h ek dam
Khredege sb bata bekega
Daru
62 in 1959
-Words and Music by J. Leslie McFarland and Aaron H. Schroeder
(Ooh)
They did the Wang Dang Taffy-Apple Tango
They did the Wang Dang
the motherfuckin Roc bitch, who hotter than us?
Jay-Hov, bout to change my name to Jay Peso
But in the meantime, call me William H. though
On the platinum Yamaha,
Keeps me calm
Heart so stuck up in her palms
Hopefully she don't close me out
Cuz I need here up in my arms
She want my H.E.A.R.T.
She want my H
V e r s e 1 : L i a r , p a n t s o n f i r e
Y o u h id a k id a nd y o u r b a b y m a m a ,
N o t i m e f o r dr a m a b o o ,
N o t i m e f o r
l'mic jit nferg3o lyom
M3ak l'Caprice bghit rap bghit l7did lk7el
Haka bghit nkoun, chadd stoun m3a my microphone
M3aya drari H-Kayne Othmane, Sif Lsan
Prada over Chanel
A H-Class ho with the H. Findel
Rhyme deep in footwear, via Spiga
Like Aaliyah, One in a Million
There's MC's in this rap shit comin
Life's a b***h but I can't complain
Want the title and want the ring
Baby maybe I'm hearing things
Life's a b***h but I can't complain
Life's a b***h
When I walk in the buildin' I'm feelin' like God in this b***h, whoa
King of the land, you movin' like pawns in this b***h, yuh
You Superman n***as,
D. Hall, H. Knight
Eee, Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah
I can believe that you love me
The way you set this soul on fire
Typical talk in
sparks can dark and light, live in same hour
Live from the main tower
From the same flower as H. Rap
Grew up on concrete where we couldn't escape black
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