Lyrics:
they wheelies
You suckers'll never feel me
I understand it
Pitch the rock we never underhand it
Clear-port we got another landin'
Touchdown in Miami
lookin like a novice to me
Now quit talkin to me
Can I vet? All you niggas
Sound retarded to me
Killin these niggas, I'm a general nigga
Turn yo head
social distant, hoes like, "When you not trippin'?"
I duck the party, who said they saw me?
Crown on Bob Marley, wrist on Yo Gotti
They gon' judge your
killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach?
And would you turn the other cheek?
Father, Father,
neighborhood
Nah, you ain't gotta roll with me
It's all good
I trust her, dog
Aw, nigga, shut up, nigga
I hear you, don't trip
Well, the party didn't
to breathe
Don’t tell me to take it easy
Written By: D'Marrea Mikal Steed
(D.Steed)
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
Now we've been through a lot of things
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
by some strings
It's killin' me cuz no one can see the real me
And everywhere I go is the wrong place to be
I think I should go home but I don't know
ambition
I'm bitchin' wishin' like a dead magician
Shittin' bricks in ditches
It's tradition
Dirty bitch by definition had me skiddish
Stay the fuck up out
Playa made ladies love then hate
Cause I’m out grinding no time for a date
Twenty five eight out here hustlin’ for plates
Me and my dawgs we gotta go eat
an assassin
I'm on my white boy killin' the Masses
A little too slow to pick up on the
Game
So here's some advice bro
Drop your classes
Holy water
I been
(Killin' Shows, yeah, ah)
When they see me, man they try get me to pose (Hit A Pose)
Now they even call me Brodie with the h*es (With The H*es Bro)
Said I
v jedné větě
Nepřál bych ti smrt (Nepřál bych ti smrt)
ale věřím, že ty mě jo
Bo krysy jako ty se chovaj jako yeyo
Bitch I'm sniper like I move it
fantasy.
It's simple insanity.
Just a murderous fantasy of mine.
(Man, I feel like killin' me a muafucka.)
Last night, I must've had a blast choppin'
music and lyrics by Corb Lund
They took away our dogtags, they had us grow our hair
They gave us student visas when we were over there
They
Yo, de ti no me vuelvo a enamorar
This is the remix
Salí jodío' la última vez que en alguien yo confié
Me compré una forty y a cupido se la
got a warrant, now you is wanted, now we is on it (uh-huh)
Killin' whoever, everybody steppers, no fake steppers, ain't nothin' phony (nah)
We get
killin', yeah)
I take 'em on the road with me (on the road with me, yeah)
Show 'em how to get these legal millions (how to get these millions, yeah)
Then
tiki tik tik mua
Ti fali krejt mos ma len ma ti zemren n'alarm
I
Nese m'ki n'mene ti thirrem, ti thirrem
Ky inat' kit dashni is killin'..is killin
it
No
Know you're killin me
Tell me what it feel like
Always feel this way
Call me Mr.Brightside
Layin by the sea
Only time I feel right
Oh
It's all
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
Now we've been through a lot of things
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
up and then "Who me?"
Locked in a trunk by Republican villains
Pinstripe suits, experts at killin
Civil war, but some want out
Trapped in a box
Ever since I was a youngin
The system was set up against me
Pops up and left me
Leaving my mom by her lonely
Thank you for raising a soldier
Loteyo
kind
I think it's killin' time
Well life it seemed went by real fast
Drank myself to sleep and it passed
Always thought that I had tomorrow
This
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