Lyrics:
fucking does it
I fuck Hillary Duff make it
Cheaper by the dozen
I don't mean to quote Drake, but I pop Rosé
Trey Songz ain't long I'm
The mortherfucking
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
for some cash
So she went to her friend capt 'n crunch
Whom she'd met at a hollywood bash
The second that he saw her
He said, "i bet you're in need
they're on the pole
I got guns and guitars I'm Axel Rose
I got puns and quick bars and cancel shows
If the money ain't right then I oppose
So if I'm coming
at 850 pounds; guns n' roses!
Get in the ring(x16)
This song is dedicated to all the guns n' fuckin' roses fans
Who stuck with us through all the fucking
so my soul
is a threat to all mankind. Born to kill, I'm wicked by nature, 'cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers. A
30.06
hulk hogan
Still a free man
Like mr. Morgan
N my life is very vital
Like many of organs
Metaphors on steroids
Apple made by android
Got money in the bank
bigger, my heart gettin' bigger
Live by the trigger so I'mma die by the trigger
My chest gettin' bigger, my heart gettin' bigger
Live by the trigger so
ponkere
Omo pelu class omo olomo t'ole po ko le
Omo ti ko ni ki n ma gun okada kin ma mu mo ko le
Ebina, omo can I have fried rice and chicken
Omo t'oma so
station, where you get your gas.
Then there's Dixie Rose Deluxe's,
Honky Tonk, Feed Store, Gun Shop, Used Car,
Beer, Bait, Barbecue, Barber Shop, Laundromat.
Burnin' up shits you
And fuck it I won't miss you
A lethal weapon my profession
500 G's
500 G's that put inches n yo life
Surrounded by 500 please
we're mixing potion
Slashin' like Guns N' Roses
You got options but I been chosen
To deal with you the way you like
The way you like it
To deal with
tricky
Young turn n***a from the park, uh-huh
Went from lam' to rose' to hoppin' out, tryna let it spark, uh-huh
We be in the hood, hot, watchin' out for
the block
Since black rose since kairi Chanel
Learned to channel my voice,
The game gettin fake n it’s easy to tell
I come from a city of doers
me
It hits way different when you know some ns could turn for hoes but
Fuck it my n thats how it goes
Regardless of what happens my ns still know
Tinted with them choppers though
We spin yo block my Mr softee
Spot you like a domino
Simon say he want you dead
I say that you got to go
So we gone drop
of tha young folk
Yo simity Sam
It gettin gun hoe
Nicca bank account got one 0
He could snort lines wit his dick
N wont cum dope
They stringin' you
Drugs-n-alkahol baby! Ah!
Uh, mm that's funky, oh!
Huh, I'm mr. What-the-fuck-you-lookin-at
I'm mr. Quick-to-run-and-get-the-gat
Treat you like
die in prison, I want to die by the trigga
Don't cry for me nigga say goodbye to a legend
Mr. 1-8-7
Rest in peace to Pimp and Kevin boy
on the target, and wham
One shot, one gun shot and bam!
Hey, Mr. Ziegfeld, here I am!
I'm the greatest star
I am by far
But no one knows it
That's why I
on the target, and wham
One shot, one gun shot and bam!
Hey, Mr. Ziegfeld, here I am!
I'm the greatest star
I am by far
But no one knows it
That's why I
the dog in the sandlot
King of the rose Im the n***a with dem lamb chops
Ready to explode like shaking up a can pop
Puffy send a n***a for the cake then
shit right now n*gga
What you don’t see what’s going on
Yeah
Sonni
B*tch I’m Mr
Light up a blunt then light up a blunt
Then pick up ya b*tch to go have
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