Lyrics:
Big tippers, dick bigger, and a real heat gripper
A nigga who won't bitch when I change moods
Cause I'm real rude, 411 with a big-ass attitude
I ain't
idol 411 press eh till uh grab eh giant jump pon eh line fi guh buck a white gyal
No cap obeah man seh fi trim yuh hair now fam stop swing di beast suh
orsai
entre la pierna yo le hago como myke
y por los 411 la saque de flay.
La nena es versatil
leggin con oversize
desde el 2016 ligando code con spray
Yeahhhhh
What’s the 411? My nigga what’s the the play
Coming straight from the A where we nor dey, play
Was born in the W but raised in The A
Tell
ke d way forward ke d way forward
Abulo ke d way forward
………………………………..
Ke d way forward
Ke d way forward
Abulo gwam d 411 (oT)
Афтерлюдия
Тёмная маслянистая комната
Я сижу лицом к окну
Мою спину поглощает вязкий мрак
По утру, на часах 4:11
Я дописал сей сборник и может
4’11 to 5’9 I came along way
Yeh if you doing what I be thinking
Yeh yeh are you gonna be in shame
Think that gonna get you fame?
I’m boutta be
4'11, bad shit
High school crush, used to write love letters in class time
The day we met, our eyes connected like the sunshine
Girl got me losin' my
{intro: niqueaux}
Umm, how was your day?
What are you doing? what’s good?
What’s the 411?
What’s the 212?
{chorus: raymond barnett}
Now, ain’t no
lobami,sheybi orin yen emini moko
Moko
Puff that thing mi ofo
Mi ofo
Smoke up please,less tok
Less tok
Kini 411,update me jawe,omo Iyami kini owo yen gan
Emi
Santo, Santo, Santo é o Senhor, o Deus todo poderoso, que era, que é e que há de vir” (Ap.4:11 e 8b) (NVI)
Santo, Santo, Santo, é o Senhor
Que está
you thinking
Contemplating
Cos it's weekend
And you don't know where to pick pin
Make i tell you, na the 411
Or the SOK lounge
you can check black box
e
the 4-1-1
The dred around the corner, just try to blast Ruck and Dunn
(I knew it, bad vibes flowin' like fluid
Forget about the dough, let's do it
I see
Princess that's me, Ms. Princess Fuck you if you nasty
Need 411 son just ask me, I'm everywhere you want to be
Ring the Bell like Atlantic hard wired round
Break elbows and wheel, no exception is the drill
Is it real, I'm cryin blunt retaliation
Follow ?wallet? for your information
4-1-1, scoop all we want
Subliminally I encourage teenage suicide
When my video is on the Box you gets to orderin'
People want to know the 4-1-1 on art of origin
I was bitter got richer,
a bill, back to the grain
And let my peoples know, you know it's goin' down tonight
Merry livin'
I got the 4-1-1 on the bumpin'
We ridin' we them
the 411, nigga
I rock rappers frequently
I'm like Stevie Wonder, I can't see a brother beatin me
want to throw joints? You get spanked, fella
want to talk
showmanship of Run and D
411 by Mary J, millions sold by TLC
The emergence of Death Row, Wu-Tang gettin' the C.R.e.am
The sounds of Robert Nesta are still
raise up out tha hood
I think you should, no is all I'm gonna say
To get that '411' you better go ask Mary J
Eroc do not play when there's pigs in
we can dance, I wanna move
Dial 411, trying to find some fun
The switch board's switched off, lines got crossed
Signal's busy, we can't talk
Operator,
xhumel'ipeni kusasey'ntatha
Khon'uk'lala kok'phumula khona nok'vela kwamathatha
Nayi ne411 ifake khanda maw'funi data mjita maw'phanga
Zok'xhobel'iqhatha
wena Morena retogela go rona)
Re kgopela (dipula tsa medupe, katlego ya bophelo, le wena Morena retogela go rona)
(4:11)
Re kgopela (dipula tsa medupe,
morning
They fall on their face while we just abound in grace
Worthy (Revelations 4:11 - 5:12)
Every knee will bow tongue confess that Jesus is Lord
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