Lyrics:
outside to the passionate groove
So I wanna check the microphone
I wanna check the microphone
I wanna check, I wanna check
The Rick, the Ferris and MC H.P
love me
I bite my lip
But inside I am screaming
This is it I'm about to flip
You're staying But I wish you were leaving
You're P-S-why-see-H-O
I thought
yo peace to N-O-why-D
H-A-V-O-see, nigga what
G-O-D, Ty Nitty, Gambino, the Twiggy
Aiyyo dunn check it, P mothafuckin eh you
It's like this
professor
I ain't got no P.H.D.
So if you want your freedom P.D.Q
Divorce me C.O.D
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bre"th "nd " hit from the bong Hung over h"rdly sober I turn over
Kiss her shoulder my he"d he"vy "s boulders Th"t l"te night spot light good mic
drink 5
from the back and I'm making her cream
Sucking me in V.I.P.
Little b***h got a little nut on my Tee
Call me Pops big shotta
Mad Max riding round rasta
yo p***y
I only eat fish steak and chicken
I don't put my tongue in no c***hie
A h*e had inspired this song
Was taking her vitamins wrong
Wrote
on the come up
Shut up, P***y boy hating b***h shut up
Stuck up, P***y h** hating b***h stuck up
Ima go get it this summa'
I’m keeping it young like a thugga
A-N-I-T-A, I N-E-E-D H-E-R
My baby, baby, baby, baby
A-N-I-T-A, I N-E-E-D H-E-R
My baby, baby, baby, baby
A-N-I-T-A, I N-E-E-D H-E-R
My baby, baby, baby,
isande tystnad
R?dspr?ngda ?gon I blodp?lsars flock
Glimmar av otyglad lystnad
Halvdager sprids ?ver h?jd ?ver ?s
Skuggh?rar vakar p? liden
Men s?nkor och
här snygg kille då,
och så säger han till publiken: "Ge mig ett H!"
Så svarar alla "H!" och så blir det så där käckt och trevligt,
som det bara blir här
niggas wanna be me, no they cannot see me
Will never defeat me, I'm dripping like Fiji
Got ya b***h on my we-we, I should be on P.P.V t.v
Put this
Might be boy crazy but I never been d*** dumb
All these h*** out you better pick you some
Bring tha ballers out and my girls a come
We lit yeah we
5h30 sa caille un peu
Je me réchauffe roule joint de beuh
Le temps passe sa ce vois pas
Yougo dettere depuis TIPE
Il faut du biff pour mes bébé
Donc
Old McDonald had a farm
Been trappin out the bando
Your bitch she tryna fuck the gang
She really just a stank hoe
H o hoe e o
H o hoe e o
H o hoe e o
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RADIO:
INTRO:
ODG - G!
AND UH...F.A.B - B!
AND UH...ANTHONY C - C!
H-A-M-P-I-O-N...
BOY I'M ROLLING ON THAT LOUD
THAT SUCKA N****
Un micro, une scène, des rimes en arc-en-ciel
Connexion France L.A. sur une prod de Diseize
Sa vient des H.L.M 92 Hauts-de-Seine
Mes scar-la tiennent
the speaker huh
Tell I never did no b***h s**t
Cause I move in silence, that boy Yang Gang do be gangin'
F**k her in the mouth, reach her throat
And she vacuum
moes
I got these p**** n***** mad cuz I be f****** on they h***
They say this dope be ova funky yea bet it smell gross
Don't diss or get hit in yo s***
4h du mat mes pensées sont tournées vers les fleurs du mal
Descends du mat
Les vagues sont tranchantes autant qu'les mousquetaires d'Alexandre Dumas
Just like a b- that's on her cycle I can't be f- with
They think we p- watch we pop out on that f- s-
Flow so d- dope they thinkin' I'm a controlled
au p'tit que j'vais envoyer téj
À 10h j'pète mon premier plis, les keufs s'amènent pas à pas
J'fonce dans la porte de l'oubli, j'pense qu'ils
рэперов катаной, будто бы бамбук
Это H8.HOOD друг — здесь восток, не юг
Маугли каменных джунглей, R.I.P Le Truck
Каждый день на трэпе, будто молодой
a boke stank
Ha bop te kouezhe 'r bleud er sac'h
cr miliner 'boke d'ar plac'h
Dousig, dousig 'ta miliner
Torret p'eus din las ma da'ñjer
Ean lâr lakat e
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