Lyrics:
Sometimes you know
You gotta P.U.S.H.
You gotta pray until something happens
It feels like too much
I can't give up
I know I'll get stronger
Know
s p a r t
Es war wie ein Wunder, ich geh nun zu Fuß
I ch k a n n m i r n i c h t h e l f e n , i c h s i n g m e i n e n Blues
Den Blues j e n e r G a n
är bra så.
1-2. går bandet?
Här är det magnetband som rullar och rullar!!!
Upptakten kan do fixa på nåt annat va?
pediu um abraço
'Tá ligado vagabundo, aqui é o H. Arte
Style Pimp eu sou, ela é gata, eu vou
Mulher bonita e vagabundo sempre combinou
O doce dela é
k tandav karne wala h
M liye firu har jagah use mere sar p uski chav rahe
Rehta mere kandhe p mera hanumat matwala h
M rath hu jaise arjun ka prabhu
la-la, ay-ay
La-la, ay-ay, olé, olé
C-H-A-M-P-I-O-N-S
We are the champions, we are the champions (olé)
C-H-A-M-P-I-O-N-S
We are the champions, we
friend stay wylin
She wanna go and meet follie
R. I. P. To follies
Yea this hoe sweet
She too tuff to beat
She just like my meat
She stay suckin me
This
walk you through the past
I ain't planning my next year
Cos every night might be my last
R. I. P. to Dolph yeah, R. I. P. to Pac yeah
R. I. P. to Pop,
fuck the other side
We known for sparking on the first like nigga fuck July
Z. I. p. l. o. c. k. let's get this lil shit clarified
I Been making hits
savage
R. I. P. Breyonna Taylor
R. I. P. George Floyd
R. I. P. Elijah McClain
Justice For Jacob Blake
Welcome to the freakshow
They took over the street
and say
We're the ones mis using guns
R. I. P. Breyonna Taylor
R. I. P. George Floyd
R. I. P. Elijah McClain
Justice For Jacob Blake
Welcome
see
Are not a mystery
One thing to remember
Is that deep at the center
The mindset
Of the average
Is really quite savage
R. I. P. Breyonna Taylor
feel the pull of attraction
You're driving me to distraction
I guess what I'm trying' to say
Is in your own way
You make me H-A-P-P-Y
H-A-P-P-Y
You
V e r s e 1 : L i a r , p a n t s o n f i r e
Y o u h id a k id a nd y o u r b a b y m a m a ,
N o t i m e f o r dr a m a b o o ,
N o t i m e f o r
wear them shorts that make my p***y poke out
Henny and Queen with the s***s, who got the biggest account
Dope dealers love a b***h they throw the biggest
p kishte
Un me bat ta jaa raha m
Lahu ye jane kiska
Jisme lipta ja raha m
Bhook na pet ko
Gale m na hi pyass h
Mazil h kabar
Or veer uske pass h
mean pig if you try to brutalize our communities
Or try to take our weapons, we'll shoot you
Young niggas we H B G
Dumb energy A T P
Vibration high T H C
P-H-A-T! (Phat phat..)
[Sonee Seeza]
Boy ya best to move over cause we takin the crazy's place
Phat, ready for combat, stacked, with all that tracks
Not
H-O-P-E
You gotta have hope. H-O-P-E
You gotta have hope. H-O-P-E
You gotta have hope. H-O-P-E
They try to bring me down, leave me so hopeless
But despite
Szare miraże tak jak Maanam
Zrobiłem swoje mówię nara no i spadam
H I P H O P czasem zbakany na trakach
Fakt jest jeden że jak zawsze rozpierdalam
P-S-Y-C-H-O
Go psycho
P-S-Y-C-H-O
Go psycho
Oh dear, it seem's like we have struck a nerve here
And she's upset chain-smoking all her
Because my birthday lit
H-A-P-P-Y
B-I-R-T-H-D-A-Y
Happy birthday
H-A-P-P-Y
B-I-R-T-H-D-A-Y
Happy birthday
Go shorty
It's your birthday
Go bestie
It's your
When I walk in the buildin' I'm feelin' like God in this b***h, whoa
King of the land, you movin' like pawns in this b***h, yuh
You Superman n***as,
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)
I been on the road, I'm gone
Private jet for me and the bros
Hit H. Lorenzo, pick up clothes
I made a Finsta
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