Lyrics:
Yapıyom Boom Bap Rap
Flow Busquets
Kiki Çavo Buz kesti
Bu popom yüksek
Zen-G, Ati flow dersi aha
Bana bak bro
Kovalar beni asalak cru, ah
Karala dur, ah
ain't even facing me
Come on that's the shit ain't even really need
Like why they hate on me
Like why they hate on me
Come on stop playing g
Why you
dem I zu dem N zu dem G, kommt
Und das hier ist nur die Ruhe vor dem Sturm
Okay
Pass auf
Ah
Es ist der Boss, der
Von den Bangkoker Streets bis
Pulled up at G house
Like nigga when we gone hoop
Quick 21 game
Rim with the chrome chain
Pulled up from the baseline
Nigga had to make my own name
He
to hate on me
Cause I'm a G homie
Anywhere I go
You know I got a stack on me
Paper on my mind
Still on my grind
Tryin to hate on me
Cause I'm a G homie
A b c d e f g
H i j k l m n
O p q r s t u
V w x y z
Mari kita bersama
Belajar a b c d
A b c d e f g
H i j k l m n
O p q r s t u
V w x y z
Mari kita
Bien sûr, tu vas payer
C'est le retour de Shams au pays
L'enfant prodige roule en Bentley
30g de beuh dans la boîte à gants
Les schlagos se butent au
狂い咲く声の強気な bullet
Do you wanna light it up? サビつくまで
Queen of G, Queen of B ただかき鳴らしてよ
急所はり裂くドラム唸れ tiny soul, wake you up?
いま"ここ"だけ天国に近い場所なんだ
she put for her head is fake
Naso she clear me say
Many young boys don dey do G shey shey
Shey you nor dey do G
I like a clean boy wey be OG
To le nowo
lean, make it bright, everything is dynamite
(True!)
Bust a bitch, trying to feel like a pimp would
It's Snoop D O Double G, I'm in ya neighborhood
I make
Daku niyang problema
Iyang buhok nga labong pwerte nang nipisa
Nahadlok siyang maupaw
Basig mopangit iyang hitsura
Nanghiso siya'g itlog
May tayubong
I think lost him yeah yeah
So now I put me feet up
Knowing that I'm freed up
Think I'll turn the heat up
Showing off my G cup
Better turn the beat
Don Omar tú vas a hacer conteo
Tres mixtapes se acabó el recreo
Cuatro veces te dije que no peleo
Un Animal dentro de mí
Shoutout pa' to' mis G's
Gikan sa presohan
Miuli ko sa akong ginikanan
Niini karung pasko
Ako nahibulong kaayo
Kay si tatay'g nanay
Sila wa man diay malipay
Ako sila nga
anymore
It doesn't matter anymore
The crush of carni, it's carnage but we're fine
Sip your wine G
And dance into the line with your army
It's carnage
THE DICKENS CIDER SONG
C
Hello folks. And how are you? Tom Dickens is my name.
F
I farm an orchard in PA and therein lies my fame.
G
I grow apples,
a me she a pree
Gyal a seh she wah guh because man a G
Seh she wah suck off and bruk of c**ky
All di bwoy a watch har a me she a pree
Seh she wah
papi Gohan sulla nuvola che vola
Slow motion, G verdi, non uso bianca. Se no avrei rapinato già una banca. Non ho mai messo maglie di Kappa Ma ho messo
dont been to official its no escaping
Kept it too G like Nipsey ya pose to take me brah i told Johnny
Plug me with farms and with dem growers out in LA
and never ever go against the G Code
Swerving up the road riding dirty yeah we filthy
Switching lanes doing 75 in a 50
12 pull us over hope my niggas don't
I know you hate to take it from a young G like me,
But I bet you can't name a young G like me,
That's why I'm trying to preach my G and teach my G if
to stop
So everybody come
Now take it to the top, top
Everybody come with me now
Everybody come with me now
Before too long y'all g'on see
That time's
English
A, B, C, D, E, F, G,
H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P,
Q, R, S, T, U, V,
W, X, Y and Z,
Now I know my ABC's,
Next time won't you sing with me!
Kein Predigt niemalen
den Fischen so g'fallen!
Spitzgoschete Hechte,
die immerzu fechten
sind eilends herschwommen,
zu hören den Frommen!
Auch jene
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