Lyrics:
Honeys' with bodies
With Bravehearts guns in the party
Waves, braids, baldies
Trademarks to army
Is that Horse it must be
I heard he husky
Yeah, there
Honeys' with bodies
With Bravehearts guns in the party
Waves, braids, baldies
Trademarks to army
Is that Horse it must be
I heard he husky
Yeah, there
holding the key for his whole life
Snow White hair, nose of a toad, better watch when he in sage mode
Gallant Jiraiya rose to his foe, blinded by pain,
souls with me
Got Too much hair for that cap Do ya feelings something filthy
My compadres really Be some P's word to philly
Look i need you to hear me Put
the fence I don’t need Cochran
Clapped the DUI but my gun loaded
If my men made it then my men sold it
Come holla at your young scholar
I’m top dog I’m
a nigga knahmsayin
Goin through all that shit in the streets n shit
The hip hop shit only shit keep a nigga mind in
I hear you but it's all
wet, cause over
Okay yay yay, just to way
Hit the crapping ass trash
My dogs about to lash
Dogs Cop always dogs a lot
Just being a cop
I save yo asses.
Twenty bitches on my phone
We are not alone
The neighbors got a mean dog
We are not alone
You better hide your baby boy
We are not alone
can't come back from this)
I won't apologize
Man this shit so hurtful you can see the pain in my eyes
Chills running up my spine
My skin bumped up my hair
I keep two killas with me
Keep two bitches with me two guns with me
Y'all know who I be, I
Be that pretty motherfucker, man
Man this the birth
rock: gun's 'n' roses, métallica
c'tais la mode des token
(hey who the fuck is this)
that's the hiphop
début 90 on jumpais sur les hits de criss cross
how it bowww
Stay high but I'll send you to the clouds
Never catch me standing in the crowd
I'm in the cut I ain't standing around
Gun tucked
Bitch I'm
[Snoop Dogg]
Yo what's Crip-a-lat'n? Dis big Snoop Dogg
Leave your name and your number at the motherfuckin beep
If dis one of my hoes, two-way me
did my hair grow?
Will the boys 'n' the hood have to beat down Ice Cube?
Hell no, I'll static son, you'll see it's okay
I keep my 9 anyway
for
your hands up"
Put your hands up
Its B.U.G.L.I.F.E till Im ashed up
Where if you aint a real one then dog you aint make the damn cut
A&D Ointment boy Im
my bottomless mourning
We met one fall in Donegal
Mary's hair, like the leaves, red as roses
Filled with glee all the world we would see
But the Queen
wobbldy"
The game is full of squares and
I don't fit in I'm isosceles
Tell her take her clothes off
Drop her hair and roll that chronic leaf
Ha! If she don't
like a man that's drumming
Congo Drums
Beat-da Congo Drums
Use to roll wid the gun got redeemed by the son
Spitting gospel heat but the heats not
'cause I'm blinded by the Son
Okay, bred from the 6, I'm Jordan with the brand, son
Hail from the L.I., 3-1 after 6, son
Dodge a Tech N9ne like everybody
waste your tears
I'm about 175 in dog years
My block's so hot step outside and get sunburned
Unless you talkin' business or money I'm unconcerned
I live
intense
And the mist in the woods when
Across the fence
The children gathering strawberries
Are changed by the heat into
Negresses
Though their fair hair
Inhale
Exhale
Stellar night
Bushwick
West Santa Monica
Guns in the pulpit
All that I need to get by
All that I need to get by
All that I need to get by
thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis
the winter comes
And there's no such thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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