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well (well)
You fly to the A (fly to the A)
We stay at the Twelve
Playing 112, you doing your thing
Living your dream, peaches and cream (cream)

stoi tam całkowicie goła
Wioska przy granicy gdzieś za Zieloną Górą
Gdzie byś nie był o tej porze roku wszędzie jest ponuro
Młodziak nie myśląc długo

and uh, you know, it was hard. I was, you know, I'm 112 years old. So I was living with her and I said I gotta you know, I gotta I gotta fess up. I gotta

Rolling down the road
Going no where
Guitar packed in the trunk
Somewhere round mile marker 112
Papa started hummin' the funk
I gotta jones in my

"120" Lyrics By Black Neldy

Intro

Yeeeeaaa! 
Palm Beach is back nigga... (Huh)
Mr. Punchline is back nigga... (Huh)
Project Boyz, Si'l Pa Bèl Nou

gotta pay-me-o 



BRIDGE
Everything i did, i did just did it out of love  

I designed this shit by this hand, this happen outta luck 

Die for it, shit

Cracked at the show I was fried, I was tipsy
Now she keeps texting me, and she keep necking me
Cracked her by the Christmas tree Feliz Navidad
Niggas keep

Ian worried bout a hoe
One girl plus her friends is a group
Your girls plus my boys is a move
28 Multiply 4 equals blues
112 In the gas tank equals move

Prod. by Corey Iron 
  
 Refrén (2x) 
  
 Tudod mi van ha megjelenik az Essemm 
 Tudod mi van ha megjelenik a BeerSee 
 Nézd meg nálunk milyen egy

so much growin' up
I skipped twelve
Dog paid me twenty-three hundred
For one twelve

Swear these pussy niggas sweeter than 112
Got no control
I'll

ofte som jeg putter i park
Tar et offentlig mission privat
Null film men jeg trenger mer flos
Sa til shorty ten toes ser du 112
Fikk han til å jump ingen

to shout at they ass Had to save up my cash buy a house in the hills by myself gives me chills talking bout it I'm Really excited till I get indicted

we’re too gassed 
I know it can probably hurt me, it’s sending me off the track
That’s fact 

(1:12)
Simplicity's what we lack,
Over exhaust the body, you

bonita
I really wanna take you back to my room
112 where the players dwell with the goons
Night sex layin' on the beach by the moon

Like ex-baby girl,

ever right by your side, ever present in you I confide
Ever found the joy of speaking your mind the one who already knows it?
It's like buying flowers

seen
Now I'm colorblind, only see blue and the green
I started focusing on me and they feel like it's a disaster
Do good by my lonely, nigga go ghost

of the greats
Somebody called in the silverback,
They fucked by the movement, Matilda raps
Bitch I don't hang with monkey bidness
Crushing skully's and I dump

around me
I been doing real good All by my lonely
I know you think I change but you changed on me
Its funny how you flip the roles and put the blame on me

ticking hands the days go by and still I'm waiting here forever lost in time in floating space and where’s the purpose counting feathers it’s a fallacy

(0.07) shining right upon me I see your pretty face it reflects right off the water right here at 12 that’s midnight  
(0.15) yes right by the beach

the whole pound
11,2 , if you really walk it out
Them niggas ballin' so they profit 4,000
If you don't smoke, then you can really stack a pile
Make a play,

Yeah, yeah
112
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I remix a brick and I flip it again and I double back, park the blue whip by the Ritz
These people lack loyalty,

thing, I'll never give up
Till we complete, Europe

But then my eyes open, social welfare line
Ladies like "Cian, you're up"
112 in an envelope, eyes are

als ihr 3
Dis is unser Motto steht's, FICK DIE POLIZEI
Denn wenn wir komm, geht es 110, 112,
Es artet immer aus, in ner Massenschlägerei

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