Lyrics:
see the city bleeding from the satellites
Formed by the corporate war drums recorded poorly
Dirty dub vamp.
Bruised by the hues of wicked pallets
my 4
And she a real shiesty bitch she gone send me the lo
So don't be surprised if it's knocking at your door, oh
Woah woah woah woah woah put my bitch
a dar problemas
En esta vuelta apuesto a mi y pago doble
Estás escuchando el 4to bate del movimiento
BiG Man
El 6'5
En los controles
The Bros
ByTheBROS.
on a hillside
There was a bee sting and a blushing bride
I saw four swallows all swooping low
Under a bridge above the countryside
I wanted the Four Corners
maduras
Somos estrellas y no fugaces, homerun rompimos todas las bases, ni tú entiendes qué es lo que haces, ¿Dónde escuché antes esas frases? LCDC los
estilo Pagani
Quiero un grammy pa darcelo a mami
Mucho dinero y decir money money
Darcelo a ella mi honey honey
Todos los dias hacer yummy yummy
Quiero
I killed Liz
I killed the teen dream
Deal with it
Casi cada idioma, yo lo hago todo
Casi cada carcinoma, yo lo curo todo
¿Cómo te llamas?
Me llamo
nadie ya
Dropout school and living by art
No me gustan los finales, prefiero las secuelas
I protect my energies, I don't like bad ones
Llevo la balaclava
subdue
Three, Four
Every thought
Five, Six
I am sealed
By Your Spirit I'm complete
Na who can separate you
No one
I say no one
No one
Never no one
No one
a solas se quedó en by-pass
Me muero por volver a verte aunque cueste que otra vez se dé
Dime si te sientes sola, olvidemos lo que te ahoga
No hay horas
Shillelagh I let fly
Galway boys were by and saw I was a hobblin'
With a "lo!" and "hurray!" they joined in the affray
Quickly cleared the way for the rocky
eh, everytime when I dey on low key
Baba God, na him just dey bless me
Aunty tinuke count the blessings, one, two, three, four e ma lo miss eh
Can't you
I'm by myself, boy, I jump out, bet I miss him
All glocks when we in this car, swing it 4 deep like we on a mission
Ain't no nightquil, no wockhardt,
ti yo me siento vacío
Las tardes son un laberinto
Y las noches me saben a puro dolor
Son By Four
Me estoy muriendo, agonizando a puro dolor
(A
momento,
Los espero al rato me despido contento.
This is Zeeta, By STG.
the South Shore (whoa)
Three times for them days on the block
Gettin' chased by the cops like a motherfuckin' outlaw
Four times for them days that were all
technical difficulties
Please stand by"
[speaking in Spanish left untranslated]
Auto four six seven five four three
Equals, the levels, of nobody in this
Standing right in the landing site
Popping shots off at anybody rambling by
I'm in the zone, looking for a spot to hide
When I was sniped by a guy
Noh
Contigo se van los modales yeh yeh
Usted me pone mal enserio
Provoca comerte el cuello
By2
Dejame decirte me quede juquiao ye de ese culito me
lo so che te ne andrai
Ma il ricordo resterà
Nel mio cuore tu lo sai
Che voglio il tuo amore più che mai
Ogni luce ci sarà
E di te mi parlerà
Nei miei
[Intro: Cee-Lo]
It's 6 O'clock, it's volume 1
Yeah, Greg Street's mixtape
[Verse One: Boondox]
Uh uh
I came up in the hood infested with
de diamantes
envuelta entre tu ropa
Llevas la punta de una lanza
la flecha de cupido
los sueños de un romano
cicatrices de un guerrero
Y la inocencia
My mind on my mind on dis bitch (nigga why)
Distracted thoughts hinders me from getting rich (mortified)
I ride on, I grind on, I flipped (4 da vine)
on the 5th floor/
(en espanol) Como quisiera estar joven/ Lleno de vida y listo/ Como Han pasado los años/ ahora sufro en el Quinto piso
V2:
Actually it
Discuss these iv lo by tlove Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In