Lyrics:
work talk
You niggaz popping bottles, let’s have a glass talk
Quit claiming U on d high U know U not that tall
Wo n pemi butter wo n judge by ma pink
kidnappage c'est l'p'tit nappage sur l'gâteau nantais j'fous la merde
J'rempli la page d'un tas d'chose hantée
J'suis pas dans leur baille de lo-fi j'suis dans
Oggi voglio stare in giro solo con i miei
Senza pensare a nulla avanti così day by day
Onestamente non ho voglia di pensare a lei
Svuoto sto
boys show me love just for keepin' it trill
Dozen lawyers on the team, I'd rather keep 'em close
Bill Cosby dead in prison, I could see the quotes
O lo lo lo lo lo lo
T Dollar
Skebe
Na na na na na na yeah (It's Olumix Productions)
Ahn
Won ni kin le focus kin wa shades lo
Pe kin to le gba star
Tu sabes que como yo no hay otro igual
Sea Reggaeton Hip-Hop o lo que sea
Con pista sin pista o acapella
Directamente desde B.V.D.C.
Aquí con Klazik y
Te lo voy a dar, como a Elijah Fard
El imán desde Mecca con su Corán
Al-Majsid al-Haram, estuve allá
No soy musulmán, estudio Islam, soy Alá
God
corrompe il file
Tu parli tanto però non fai mai
OTF nei cargo non lo vuoi un fight
Ho roba nel sistema mi lascia in stand by
Posso switchare il mood se mi
Now get drunk, motherfucker, get drunk
(Get drunk) now tell them hoes
(What?) to drop they clothes (What?)
And cut some for the motherfucking D-Lo
Now
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
The way that you move it
The way that you are making me smile
I wished that you'd be by my side
Like good wine so hard to define
You could try, to stop with
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
me along with my greens up like pot nickel
[Chorus: Cee-Lo]
Well, all I know
That I'd been down this road before
It ain't the first time, won't
D-note Is On The Beat
The Beatllionare
La diabla con un culote, la toco con la culata
Ella e' una partebicho' pero quiere que la parta
Yo soy
of model bitches check for me
Nigga, don't check for me 'less you got checks for me
I kept a stick like a hobo, no checkin' me
Way back when D-Lo had
I'd rather have my heart broken by you than never broken at all
Somehow I've made it through life
With my heart on my sleeve
Easy to deceive,
say na your fault (na your fault)
By default, we dey give dem by default (by default)
We dey get d money, omo na by force (na by force)
Na my
vero e lo sai)
Per essere Cicciobombo Cannoniere
E andare ad abitare in Francia
A., T.A., T.V.U.M.D.B.
By Elio e le Storie Tese
Oh, A., T.A.,
d'Ipanema
Il tuo disco lo prendo perché mi fai pena
Lava bene la bocca scemo ce l'hai piena
Prima ingoia la merda e
Rancore colazione e cena
Ho fatto fuori i
stringerti e amarti baby
Amami per favore
se lo vuoi nasce un fiore
guidami verso la realtà
perchè il destino ha unito due metà
Riempimi d
Yeah, yeah that sho' feel good
Hello! I go by the name of simply Cee-Lo Green
How do you do? Welcome
I thought I'd seize this opportunity to tell you
You think you know my city
You think you know her name
Thought you'd land in Hollywood
But you in LA County
Land stewards the Tongva
And the Chumash
¿Estas notas te emocionan?
(Hey) hey
(¿What?) hey
Sleepy By on this beat ¿do u wanna sleep n****?
God D*** Son
Yessir yessir dammi il cinque con le mani
Fumiamo kg d'erba ma non siamo giamaicani
Yessir yessir la tua troia è in ostaggio
Quindi la sculaccio e le
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