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don't need no leather 

boutta cop ar 15 
Dashboard saying 115 
They peep me swerving on the scene 
Then pull off gentle know dats me 

Peep the walk I'm

a ten through the straw made me proud I couldn't believe
Codeine dick make her lean she catching the cement
one umbrella with my niggas same intetede
115

hasta mi esposa
Vestidos to' de blanco defilando en la carroza
Crippy take it easy suave que te va' estrellar
Voy a 115 entrando en zona escolar
Dime que

what I was in for
Fuck a 115, Deezy Blowin' indo
Everywhere I go I stay as high as a crescendo
Eyes redder than the devil under Ray Bans
Mobbin' wit

slow
Using waze to avoid the speed patrol
It's unbelievable
At 115
Zipping through the trap with my hands on the seat
And my cap turned back, there ain't

the irony
Low T, where the fuck are my balls?
No Adrenaline, the drug I'm missing most of all
Find it by burning up the ethanol
Going 115 while I'm pounding

a toy
But I'm steady hanging on to my joy
But I give you a warning from James 1:15
Then the evil desire when it has conceived gives birth
To sin and sin

This the one for all my brothas
Stuck ina field still robbin

How boutta nice
Nike foot stamp to the face
The lunch is mine
11.5 going to the face

dice no al jale
Un campesino vino de lejos
Buscando hacer su camino trabaja
Haci lo quiso el destino
Pero nunca dice no al jale
Mas de 115 grados
El solo

or 3 I swear at least
Zipping thru the codes I'm flying 115 at least
Don't know where I think I'm heading somewhere east
Never felt like this before feel

like a smoothie
King like in Lubbock
Niggas gon hate me but bitches gon love it
They rapping my shit out in public
115 And it stay on my neck
How you

mios parecen de new york me ven y gritan woopty

A 115 por la avenida
Yo no le dejo de dar hasta q ya mas q no pida
Parecia motora por lo duro q gemia

Mis flores negras (Tempo 115)

Poema de Julio Flórez. Arreglos: Alejandro Cortés y Los Malditos ConVersos.
Incluye el poema “Pesadas andaduras” 
de

my eternity's in Christ (isn't that nice?)
While the world smokin' lust in they crack pipes
I be studyin' the Word and it be like
Collisions 1:15 Paul

and nation
Yow
115 to 116 45 46
Nyote mnanibamba
Bella bella
She loud like vuvuzela yeah
Yeah she cold
Had to grab me a sweater yeah
How you talking bout that

my eternity's in Christ (isn't that nice?)
While the world smokin' lust in they crack pipes
I be studyin' the Word and it be like
Collisions 1:15 Paul

Mis flores negras (Tempo 115)

Poema de Julio Flórez. Arreglos: Alejandro Cortés y Los Malditos ConVersos.
Incluye el poema “Pesadas andaduras” 
de

the car and the car go zoom
Hopped in the car steady cruisin 115
I think I know your girl
Yeah she ride with me when I'm

Swervin in and outta lanes
Yeah

봐
여유롭게 그냥 115-1 타고 가자
아이고 지화자 좋네
뒷자리에서도 난리가 났대
윙 윙 바람에 날리며
직진을 하다가 보면
쥑이는 기분에 빠져서
링가링가링가링링
우째 알아가 모였나
멋쟁이 내 친구들아
오늘 밤은 여기서 잔치를
핫둘서이
해운대 해운대
해운대 해운대
너도

Paaltaava
Janii Bolnyaa Sarikhe Aacharave
Kriya Paalte Bhakti Panthechi Jaave - 115
Bahuu Shaapitaa Kashtalaa Ambakrishii
Tayaache Svaye Shree Hari Janma

Pillaihal Thinnum Puzhakadai Muniyum (115)
Kollivaayp Peihalum Kuralaip Peihalum
Penkalai Thodarum Bramaraa Chatharum
Adiyanaik Kandaal Alari Kalangida.

j'finis fort en quinte
J'suis hautement instable comme
L'élément 115

Большие яйца и член

На моем стриме люди, как в твоем городе:
115 тысяч зрителей только тебе
Встану в позу бабочки, напрягу хребет
Любая стримерша готова

siento, no te puedo ver de nuevo
Al menos juntos escupimos fuego
Quisimos vernos juntos los dos
Perdona, el culpable fui yo
Tú no

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