Lyrics:
saved by rock 'n' roll
Despite all the amputations
You could just dance
To that rock 'n' roll station
And it was alright (it's alright)
It was
diesel fuel
I really never did ever did needed you
I come through I pop up like peek a boo
Guns and Roses Guns and Rose
Guns and Roses Guns and Rose
Guns
that I run it up
Big body benz smoking dope in a tonka truck
Rolling up ina tonka truck, I got the racks Man I keep me some honeybuns
(Racks)
N*ggas be
put that fancy gun in your hand, you might need it..."
(Alright. Now take my gun...)
"Now we're gonna have th
At talk." (and the
Money...)
"See, in this
Keep it cool what's the name of this club?
I can't remember, but it's alright, alright
Just dance gonna be okay
Da da doo doot-n, just dance
Spin that
, rose, yeah, Ayy
If you don't rock with me, that's cool
I got over that in high school
No more drama inside my life
It's only God 'till I find
My wife,
put your life in it you'll be alright
If you put heart in this you'll be alright
Swear To god is getting lit and am alright
All ma n*gas getting rich
A n**** ready from the get go (blowe, blowe, blowe)
Y'all hear my s*** go, it's Andre. Can yo punk a** come out to play?
Stay in your little hole,
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Juiceman, I got the stick, alright
Hop out the whip, alright
Got that gun
a diaper n' he hangs it on a stick
Over his back n' goes headin' on down by the pierside.
He gettin' on down by the pierside,
His manager's down there
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
little rock star, man she knows it
My baby's Guns N' Roses
She's got a wild side
That troubles in her blood
Thinks I'm an outlaw
That's double trouble son
thing goes, boy,
Give me some more.
She's my little rock star, man she knows it.
My baby's Guns N' Roses.
She's got a wild side.
Bet trouble's in
perfect, but what it is
Is guns n roses, we're guns n roses
You can throw a bomb my way
For every time I make mistakes
But you know that'd never
Uh, uh, uh, huh
Clipse
(Clipse)
Exclusive shit
(Exclusive shit)
Yeah, who
Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
This
, alright, alright
Looks like my present's alright
Been doing this for some time
For my shot like busting a nine
Feeling like it's all by design
Keep
Smif-N-Wessun (right)
Fiyah Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun
Gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun
Every day, life's a struggle for me
(Intro: Yungeen Ace)
(Aye) look tho, ain't gon' lie, this that . (Ay) look I'm the streets diary, where we come from its straight violence (N
Intro:
Sound It
Too much voilence
Yo, too much blood a run star
Too much marror pan tar
Too much gun
Too much man a dead
Some a dem a lose dem head
Niggas in my circle
Know that we together
And other niggas watching but they've never been clever enough to step to us
One n**** tried to gun us
It's
the cars go by
And it's alright...it's alright
And it's alright...it's alright
Hey Reese, check this out
And while the world trippin'
I'm sippin'
I
alright, it's alright
You sit by the fire I like my mind
But it's alright, it's alright
Four long years only one sign
The sweet she'll one day know you
like you and recover
The life that I knew as a young'n
In pajamas and Dun-ta-duns
When thunder comes it rains cats and dogs
Dumb niggas like me never
Baby girl, guns and roses
Don't ever leave me lonely
Home is where the heart is
And I love my homies so love me and fuck me
But please do not phone me,
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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