Lyrics:
I made this one for the brothers in the party
To find a hottie
And dance body to body
Step one: first you grab honey by the waist
Step two: then
So when I was young I said I want to emcee, gonna emcee, using me
At 3:00 am in front of BoDangles, eatin' Potato Chips, n
Watchin' the day go by, with
Our lungs are filled with the purple from the jungle
Never fumble, got the work right by the grundel
Twin dick-sucks for me and my son
That's
1 ounce, 2 blunts, 3 seconds
And I'm on the 4 oh 5 flying in my 6
Got a call from a 7, said she with a 9
If you add 'em up, that's more than
Getting lost in the process
Three or four times a year
Feelings aside, I’ve made a deal with the devil
Told me life down there could be beautiful
Feeling
the bastards know
Their being used and abused
By the gods in the three piece suits
In the flat black room
On the mirrors flip side Rip tide
Off the hook
right now I'm on the west
He know I'm not from out here, by the way that I be dressed
I got rich white friends, so you know I got connects
And I came
Red gloves Sonny Liston, make you sin wearing Christians
Three white hoes in the kitchen, crackers on the blade trickin'
Miami at the lick and nigga
is
But I think that you do
Dadgummit
Who is he, and what is he to you
Something in my heart and in your eye
Tells me he's not someone just passing by
Alone again
Staring at my phone under a ceiling fan
Don't know if it's one or two or three A.M.
All I know is I've been here before
Now and then
Mówi, że straciła czas (mówi, że straciła czas)
Chciała obok mnie, ale była ciekawa Ciebie
Teraz ciągle w głowie plan (ciągle w głowie)
By nie myśleć
(Ayo, Shoki this go crazy)
(Tell 'em, 3quinox)
Choppa, choppa, body droppa, yellow kamikaze bombers
Stanley Kubrick style dramas, lethal shooter
miranda
By that rose we may well see
That he is God in persons three
Pares forma
The angels sungen the shepherds to
Gloria in excelsis Deo
Gaudeamus
Now
of unknown...
When I crept out my crypt...
That's when I felt full grown...
I used to roll 3 tips just so I can feel blown...
7 grams in the Gatling junt just
3,2,1, leggo
This is it
Our backs are against the wall
It's a slippery street
But we're ready to gamble and risk it all
White pages are filled now
D.U.I.
Written by Ger Madden
Lights flash in the the rear view mirror
And I know exactly just what for
Seems tonight is not my lucky night
Even
cool
While I just cook up all this heat
Complaining is played now
That shit turnt down
Like you if turn up on me
I’m out of my way now
Was blinded by
By/
Kevin Hart in Jumanji, our stature's too small to respect, we’re just backpack guys/
Honor, Honor, Honor, Honor
Say “Your Honor, TyRaiD Sama”
a shattered screen (with a shattered screen)
Got on a black leather skirt, black bra, black Maybelline (black Maybelline)
And you tease me by showing off your
having you right by my side
I know we'll be alright
We'll be alright
Take me through the paces
Walk me to the places
That we've never been
We'll be
I'm that.
Cause my life's like Mario.
I'm always stuck on level 8-3.
I can't get by those turtles that throw their hammers at me.
the drank like a plank of wood, yeah, I'ma four-by-two it
Wrestlin' wit' my sleep, "Hacksaw" Jim Duggan
Earlier than breakfast, I'll knock the jam off his
(ly)
(So Deep, So Deep, So Deep…. X’s2)
Verse 2:
There you are/ You want me to know that your feelings remain the same/ Indeed/ Am I saddened by
Haciendo letras de salsero con pintas de killero
Mi vida cabe en 3 Rimowas, 2 LaCie y 1 pastillero
La mía hace el papeo mientras se fuma el culero
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