Lyrics:
doo, doo
If you gon' spook, nigga go'n spook
Smeb with me and Nate Dogg
M.D. 20/20 see that them breathin' alcohol
Drinking too many to the head with me
opioid
I am the driver at the wheel of the horror
Marching circles at the gate
Mine eyes have seen
The fury so flattered by fate
Tonight I'd rather
Dany Dan, Lircy, Elio, Cass Crew
Karedaga Dubuluchi
J'me trouverai dans des ruines
Celle d'une ville où la nuit s'arrête jamais
Reflet que j'mime et
d'place en place, on fait ça comme faut (comme faut)
Blessing, les valves sont ouvertes
En plus, la famille va mieux
Fais le fameux
Fais le fameux deux pas
hear me out there?
(And we want every one in this motherfucker to get out their seat)
Ladies and gentleman without further adieu
(It's our time)
I'd
pills, négro, j'me sens comme si j'ai pas d'corps
Pendant qu'ils achètent v'la les streams
J'veux les fafs à Valve et Steam
S/o le Roi Heenok, rap
time)
I'd like to introduce to you, my bitch
[Lil' Kim]
Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap
I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats
Trying to take my
it right 'cause the engine was smoking
Couple of burned valves and he had it going
He let me drive here when we'd haul off a load
Down a dirt strip
Chorus:
cGcB
Ghostbusters can suck the D
Time for a possession you can trust from me
It's a busta suicide via puppetry
[Most hustlas don't fuck with
déjà nés
Sur leur banc, comme un royaume
Demandent aux vagues fanées
De renaître de leur trône
Aux valves des coquillages
Ils accouchent d’un joyau
Une
(For help) An immalleable knot
(Falls toward) Tear at the gnarl
(Lost Hope) Even if the intake valve stops
(White lies) And if the feeling found
(For
tanks are crushed up
In the loading bay
You better be breathing better than ever
My lung's choking
A hard side-rim of long poles and gold valves
Crushing
Floating in a moist exotic pool
Feeling so good-natured I could drool
So I took a photograph
So there'd be no doubt
When I got the pictures back
None
soirs à Joinville
Avec ces valves de pulsion meurtrières
J'mettais des crochets pour retrouver nos plaisirs d'hier
Mais la loi d'la rue n'a pas changé
and smile, turn around and where'd your wife go?
I don't know, my home
Nobody wanna shoot the hoops
With the missile rounds, the bazooka nukes
I got
New beginnings for what
If it was up to me
It’d be no ending
And you’re talking about dipping
Just for my mistake, oh please
Let’s stop, you are
burn
The muted trumpets in my chest take turns
When I release to spit valves gag on Gabe's germs
Some of this is fiction written all across it
But
out it's all I eat
My third bypass, unclogged the valves
Just to clog them again
Never felt worse;
A constant thirst
Lordy how my left arm hurts
it right 'cause the engine was smoking
Couple of burned valves and he had it going
He let me drive here when we'd haul off a load
Down a dirt strip
Tant qu’y en a, on va tout prendre
ton petit logis, ta petite patrie
même ton bonheur de vivre ici
le temps à venir, les jeux d’enfants
ton eau
bucks but paying less than half the price
A flow so solid it’s basically a glass of ice
So in the end I’d rather have the patent than the bragging rights
I suffered damage on deck
On valves of air
It's just a matter of time
For me to breathe till end
It won't repair so I'm finished
And miles
Ago I
Dedicated to these streets a pump valve little nigga
You hear about my wherabouts?
Bitches I don't care about
Money I'm a man about
Drama I'm a air it out
want it to be slow, all the way to stall;
We talk about a thousand things that never change at all.
No, it never change...
It was then that I knew I'd
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