Lyrics:
the house for the young ladies
And when you come inside, into the front,
You do the freak, spank, and do the bump
And when the sucker MC try to prove
I'mma shoot your head in front of your wife's and kids bitch
Oooh I shot kids in the preschool
I shot five in the preschool yeah
I shot five kids
answer the front door like e Jehova's witness
They diggin' I'm dippin', dippin' and dabbin' in brand new Givenchy
(?)
I get cake, percocet and lean
whenever you're here standing
in front of me
What would it take to make
a break from running
in circles that only aggravate?
Inside we hide but why?
Genuine
Gyal, you are the sun ting to me
Skin no di fat pussy in front of me
Lord, you pretty just like a dolly
You want me, mami, mi are yo papi
Wine up
jamais revenir
Aller aller, aller aller
Forger son armure, s'entraîner au combat, être maître de son destin
Bâtir son empire à la sueur de son front
Meet me by the waters edge
I'll dance to your favourite song
And in the lights from passing cars
I'll see you
Sitting right in front of me
could use more of
Is Love, Love, Love
The ladies on the front row didn't like it
One of them said ""whatever we pay him is too much""
Mr. Johnson said
Woe to the one
Who boast in front of the Gods
Woe to the God
Who is petty and jealous to mortals
Woe to the beast
Who blindly obeys
Woe to the king
Can't help but be obsessed with you
I would take a bullet, stand in front of a train, climb the tallest mountain
For you I'm insane
Katy
Baby
You know
Poor souls sleeping on shop front doors
Being turfed off by the council
Forgotten by our government
A selfish little baby
With no responsibility
Marqué par le fer de l'insulte
Des autres enfants de ton temps
Oncle béni parmi les anges
Auréolé d'un front trop large
Oh toi le sain, oh toi le barge
an elephant, 'cause that shit in the front
Fronting on me, that could get you shot, boy, don't stunt
'88 McGrady, 'cause my niggas tote the rocket
got next for
M-O-S-E-S at your front door, whoa
Spell my name correctly, spell my name correctly
Not the way you think the way you see my spell it
here that feel like that
Screaming, yi yi
Can I get a, yi yi
One more time, yi yi
Front line, yi yi
War time
Straight up like 12 o'clock
Its
longer than my bros?
To front page of the magazines (magazines)
Champagne in the limousine (limousine)
I can't wait 'til I'm a memory
Because they love
Tenant d'un main ta petite glace ronde
Tu plisses ton front enfantin
Et de l'air le plus sérieux du monde
Tu dessines en un tournemain
Un œil de
mes yakuzas
Fuck toutes tes pussy, front d'mama, j'fais poussa (mouah)
Et j'retourne bosser (eh) dehors, son fils fait pas d'laire-sa, jamais
front kick, qu'il n'est pas trop tard
La la la la, non! Il n'est pas trop tard!
Non! Il n'est pas trop tard!
Non! Il n'est pas trop tard!
Non! Il
This western town
So far from home but
In front of my dense memory.
This western town
Where I lay my luggage
Me, widow of 25 springs.
This western
I can't see ten steps in front of me
My hands they are a-shake as I walk this plank
It's a reason to maroon
So take me away (take me away)
(ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney)
You know you more of a big brother than my big brother ever was
Know I'll jump in front of a bullet for you without thinkin'
I
We all went to church
but daddy stayed home
to make soap
and dress out the possum
that he found in the road
the front was ran over and ruined
but
in my mind
I feel alive when I am in your arms
You set me free
Shelter me
You showed me how
To knock it down
The mountain standing in front of me
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