Lyrics:
que vous avez classer vos papiers
Il faut sortir...
Elle a Shatta ça
"Kill dem"
Natacha fagna (Fait)
Six/nine (69)
Jack a dit y'a
Trop de maladie
Call
Oh lord I lost my way
You gonna help me find my way- yeah
Oh my God I need to feel ya
I need to see the light
Guidin me through the night and I'm
ain't hitting ya back until I take over the earth
No Fear... I ain't got no fear
I'm a man a God its odd tho God Lead me here
Drinking a beer, while i do
Really throwed off
Pull up on Ya block White chalk
Youngings with me and you know they throwed off
Fear none never fold we ain't with the talk
Bitch I'm
Siembra siembra es hora de sembrar
Mamita buena ya tú verás
Siembra siembra es hora de sembrar
Oye mulato ya tú verás
Canta el gallo, me
visibles elementales
Michio, Michio Kaku sabe que Billy es un duplicado
Ya llegará tiempo de volar
Ya llegará tiempo de volar
Ya llegará tiempo de volar
Ya
Sé que contigo cometí un error
Nunca debí entregarte mi corazón
Tarde lo aprendí
Pero ya no voy a confiar en tí
No insistas más
Ya no volverás
No
Clap
Paul bearer please show em where Their seat at
Kick ya seat back put ya feet up and While you wait here’s an RIP tract
& While you read that where
Móntate aquí
Vamo' pa’ allá
Vamo' a la playa mami
No va a parar...
No tiene freno
Se le dañó
No tiene aire
Sólo hay calor
Ya le cambié la bujía
Y ahora anda
on my dick so put ya mouf on it
I keep a freakaleek like I'm Petey Pablo
All dis weed got me skywalkin like Pablo
Had to get some chicken just to put some
on read in the dms
You ain't really wanna see him
You ain't wanna go there
Wouldn't let a nigga take you nowhere
Bitch i bet ya got time now
Bitch i bet ya
se van
Ya no volverán
Días que se van
Ya no volverán
Cuando miro al ayer
Vibran las palabras de nuestro guión
Colecciono momentos
De inspiración
Cuando
Ya se fueron las sonrisas de cada mañana
Ya se fueron, se nos fueron todas las ganas
Ya se fueron callando los mariachis de tu ventana
Ya se fueron
I'm in it
Forget it
I get it
It's Cool
Got 'em looking like they've seen a ghost
Weirdo with the flow spit French toast
It ain't good for ya but
in front of me?
With nothing on
Just tryna get on and ride it out with me
Throw it faster, had to grab ya
Pain is pleasure, pain is pleasure
Throw it
give it to me
Like a ceiling fan
She comes back around again
She makes me a better man
I'm doing the best I can
Put ya body on my body
The shit feels so
Pareciera invierno en casa, pues te fuiste ya
Por las mañanas ya no importa mas
Es la ciudad que cuenta historias cuando tu no estas
Hoy tu mirada no
can’t
And it seem like you out of place, like you had a bad day
Cause he don’t do it for ya
He had a chance and he blew it for you (Blew it for you)
Ya ya ya ya ya ya
I’m rockin that loui, Y’all flippas is cooki
I belong in a jouvie, I’m makin a movie
I pull up
I get a check and I go to my jewler
Pour a four hundred dollars a line
Can’t fuck with ya cause ya ain’t my kind
Imma rapper now stone cold wrist rapper now
Free my daddy cause he doing
not a dream
Because I'd rather sleep if this is fantasy
Waiting on ya
Sick of waiting on ya waiting
I'll be waiting for you
Sick of waiting on ya
un rogo
Tu ti senti fuori luogo
Nella cenere ti affogo
Prima prego
Non sento più il lamento
Non gioco con il tempo
Che aspetta il suo momento ya
Questo
I'm insane
Violence n darkness in my brain
The rage the only way I'm coping wit the pain
Fuck wit me I'll make ya life go down the drain, I'm jus
Ya está la banda preparada pa' salir a festejar
Ya casi abren las puertas de ese lugar
Creyentes, disidentes, dos botellas de mezcal
Parceros,
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