Lyrics:
Intro 4/4:
E7M D#m7(b5) G#7(b9) F#m7 B7(4)(9)
E7M D#m7(b5) G#7(b9)
Perto daqui deve ter algum lugar
spendin' G's
We doin', big pimpin', on be L A D's
We doin'. big pimpin' up in NYC
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp see and be you N be
Nigga it's the big
G shit catch me on some G shit
G shit I be on my G shit
G shit catch me on some G shit
G shit I be on my G
Come on baby
Show me something special
I
gangsta pussy chick don't wanna fuck wit me
[Chorus: Lil Wayne & B.G.]
[Lil Wayne]
Titty bop, drop it like it's hot
Make it fall slow
Now walk wit me,
'Cause it feels so good to me
And I want you to freak me
Just turn down the lights
B.G.O.T.I.'s gonna make it right (gonna make it right)
Boy, it's
[B.G.]
Look here my nigga, it's for your own motherfucking good
You want to keep your bling, stay out my neck of the woods
If you a stranger
[B.G.]
Look here my nigga; it's for your own motherfuckin' good
You wanna keep your bling, stay out my neck of the woods
If you a stranger caught
yes indeed I got that weed
Like Daddy Q be havin' them ounces
That nigga the be-I-G be chokin' 'em out
And then I bounces
I got that lyrical
CashMoneyAP
(16yrold)
Double C, I be Crippin', yeah, the hard way
Double B's, I was broke and now I'm ballin'
Double G's, I be rockin' Gucci
B to the I to the G
B to the ANG? let's do it
So get them hands up high
We gon' get this party started right
C'mon everybody let's all get down
B to the I to the G
B to the A-N-G
자, 새로운 시대로 가자
BIGBANG의 아침을 맞아 (우리 따라와)
B to the I to the G (B to the I to the G)
B to the A-N-G (B
G Bm
I will be still. I will be still.
C cm C
{Ch?urs :}
Tu as volé as volé as volé l'orange du marchand {x2}
{G.B. :}
Vous êtes fous, c'est pas moi, je n'ai pas volé l'orange
J'ai trop peur des
Sim!
Intro: Am F C G B7 (x2)
Verso 1
Am
Sim,
F
Me sinto cada vez mais só,
C
Groove, Yo kitten
Get ready, kitty cats
G-A-B-B-Y This beat gets my excited
I feel like I'm invited
I just wanna groove (ooh ooh ove)
With Gabby,
please)
Say she like sums, they come better in threes (better in threes)
She don't take L's, and her niggas be G's (niggas be G's)
I can't seem to separate
G.A.B.O.S
The name of the game is G.A.B.O.S
Game ain't based on sympathy
If you got sympathy in this spot, you ain't gon' never make it
Hundred
tomorrow in battle I'd run to where he stood
F#m D E
If the help of a blind man would do any good
Break (F#).
Verse 4:(a tone higher)
F# G#m be F#
Last
Tabernáculo
Tom: F#
[Introdução] Ebm C#/F F# B G#m
Ebm C#/F F# B G#m
F#
Salmo 33 – 6ª feira da 17ª Semana do Tempo Comum
Música de Pe. Wenderson Nascimento
C9 G/B Am Am/G F G
Ladies and gents
Turn up your sound system
To the Sound of Carlos Santana
And the G&B (it's The Product)
Ghetto Blues from the Refugee Gang
* Please send all corrections to typist
[B.G.]
I got 'em all from revolver semi-automatics, automatics
Grenades, assault rifles - run up, I'll
just different when it's a self-made story
And I know I got more to prove
I wasn't born to lose
I can't do mediocre
Gotta be G.O.A.T approved
I
Ladies and gents
Turn up your sound system
To the Sound of Carlos Santana
And the G&B (it's The Product)
Ghetto Blues from the Refugee Gang
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