Lyrics:
Intro m3tl 7it w9to mroki
Hakda brat txofo l'gana
F mjyto t3tl q d5la d rocky
Glna lo ma t3andx naga
Mixtape bio tbrb9 l'mdrogi
PSYCHORAPI dwa
Then what I chose is oh
I been keepin' enemies way to close to me
F****** up the energy
F****** the inner me (Enemies)
I just need my space
I just need
Blaka n9ia f ga3 zena9i o ga3 drouba
Drari 3tiwna slam man Casa l Cuba
Ftri9 Rap game alafna ktouba
Ila bghiti ahssan makayen chad nouba
7it m3ak
(Yeah, ran that f150
Ran that f150 yeah
I ran that f150 ah)
Yeah! What?
I ran that f150 though the... cut
Skrrrt the corner, Keep it tucked
They
jit ghaaatbrek yalah brek
L7isk art work rasta w l hard twerk
Ghandirou cours machi team
Kanbanou cool licence f tir
Kho… ra deja te7t w klani chitane
On god o btarjlit kulchi wella taygul bars vite
Bach maybanch dmagho 3iyan khamj vide
La daz f genius yban sam smith
Z3ma 3iyan zw*mel bla
La3bin Getafe demi kan fih
Dabit kishab lih ana kanchri
Gramme fo9 chi tabla ga3ma kafi
Drama f chi cagoule lkari kanfrih
Treyfa f chi paquet dyal
trained to kill
We'll chop you up a hundred times worse than the Haitians will
F'real, nah f'real I need a track homey
Dre we too close, ain't no turnin
ridin' f******, you could never be Ki.
You hear em' say north cock-it-back.
Then they stole it from me.
It's a bunch of f*****' homage.
What these n*****
It's what he said after the Grammy's
B-flat, F, B-flat, F, E
I've been runnin', runnin'-runnin'
Running 'round
I've been runnin', runnin'-runnin'
at me
In the back the Cadi
Is where I met Sally
Ticket to J F K from S F O
U F O
Is how I landed
Never been stranded cause
I am the
The knight from Syria
I been making money i been making racks like yeah
He wanna f*ck with me hit that boy with a four five now he dead
She wanna f*ck with me and my music
E B F#m A
Brigas, ja cansei de tantas brigas
C#m B F#m A
E por mais que voce me diga, nao consigo perceber
E B F#m A
Os erros, todo o mundo cometem
a crying shame, a real travesty
It was a
Flat, F-L-A-T soda
Flat, no carbonation
Flat, F-L-A-T soda
Flat, no carbonat—
Flat, F-L-A-T soda
Flat, no
Fighting words.....by Satan/ David Green
Verse 1:
F G# Bb C
When your new in town
dudes (For real?)
That's right
Chinese girls be fuckin racist
C-G-B-F-R (Karachot)
C-G-B-F-R (Hey)
C-G-B-F-R. (Hey)
Mother fuckin C-G-B-F-R
Chinese girls
Mary Foley- lyrics by John J LaDue; Music by John J LaDue and Andrew Vanhorn
Am C F Em
On a Drizzly Wednesday morn,
i f**k the don't climbing
i f**k the don't write in
i f**k the don't ride in
i f**k the don't stop it
i f**k the don't climbing
i f**k the don't
wiedzieć kogo pod obcasem
Trzyma jego stara
Czyje małżeństwo i żona to zbrodnia i kara
Słyszałeś F do F, jak nie to nara
Wiesz, że patrzę na ten
Świat w
mon espace
On a rien à F, on F taff
Trop d'gossips, trop de messes basses
Tu m'as croisé et maintenant
T'as les mêmes sappes (Denim jeans)
J'suis en
[Chorus:]
I'm a f*** around and kill yo a**
I'm a f*** around and kill yo a**
F*** around and kill yo a** (say what)
I'm a f*** around and kill
on to those memories when it was
Me and you baby in my F-150
Drivin' all night said goodbye to the city
Holdin' on to you with my hand on the wheel
Made 2000
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