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All he needs is a bad boy driver
To help him escape from the destination
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah
If you live by the gun
at your Roley, at dem hot shows
So go 'head, boy, get drunk, pop that Mo'
Until I pull ya to the side
See the nine, kid?
And since you got that nice
he came through with a bag of his soldiers
And Kyle he jumped out with his young boy Bailey
So dats more guns, more bodies, more ammo
Kyron can't
[Flesh N Bone]
We in the last five days of these trials and tribulations
And I'm waiting for the Lord oh please don't leave me forsaken
Caught up
Rubbing your boobs, feeling nice
She's covered in blood rubbing your boobs, feeling nice
Beat boy, beat boy
Hit that perfect beat boy
Hit that
and lease the whip
But If you gotta stunt
Then shop by the residual
But take a hint from me
And start ya LLC
Take that Jordan money
Make it mortgage money
(Gotta nice wardrobe)
You a bum if you put here kicking doors (Broke boy)
Hit the A and purchase all my clothes
Hitcha bae she taking off my robe
Clap
here . . .
Don't you boys know any nice songs?
Well the years was rollin' by
Heavy metal 'n glitter rock
Had caught the public eye
Snotty boys
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
Why you look confused motherf***er? This is war
Yeah n****, uh, yeah n****
Yeah n****, uh, yeah n****, uh
Yeah n****
Bust my gun all by myself
to nice places
That's right, and I'm droppin' cash
Leave the mall with garbage bags
Gucci this, Prada that
Roll witcha boy you'll be poppin' tags
boys en nannies, mold hier en mif
Ons huis lyk soos 'n ad vir Mr Price Home ons almal fokken lyk soos moerse nice clones
Getroud met Mister Min gemis
discussion imma ride
No more nice guy bitch I tried yeah
cnd you ain't real stop telling lies (tell lies)
Boy I see it in ya eyes
N***as moving in disguise
it have you battlin guns and roses
roses and dresses
funeral settins
blessins
ay man
you see em on the waist
i'm tryna shoot straight straight shot
a fucking gun
Don't consent the rich favor
Bitch you know I got that Glock tone your fucking knock
Don't move bitch or you're gonna fucking get shot
Slice n
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.
That troubles in her blood.
Thinks I'm
the “Rock'N'Rose” life,
That's the Rock'N'Rose Life
I would only pray for music
cnd for being loved by a male like me
,
By a male like me
!
I knew I could have
the gun, shake the fuzz
That's what makes the buzz and cousin
You can take a dozen drugs n
Couldn't feel this dope dude
I got your feet in the sky
The real
dying tonight
Red roses by ya side
Them boys done took ya life
Ya family grieving tonight
Dark clouds gone fill the sky
Red roses by ya side
Red roses by
Mi gun nuh stick, nuh bodda rush me wid no stick
You think me n'ave it, you get trick cah di metric
Di bwoy shock like electric when him see it
Him
vir die moffies met guns
En kom soek Parow by die bar as jy lus is vir 'n man
Eksie, eksie ou, eksie ou
Eksie, eksie ou, eksie ou (Hallo)
Eksie, eksie
Boy
Ra-Ra, Rubber Band Boy
He got that mind for that paper, and he watch'n for them haters
If you ask'n for a front, he go'n tell ya see ya later
Wip
I listened to "Patience" by Guns N Roses
I listened to "Patience" by Guns N Roses
Nothing's forever I forecast then foreclose
An illusion what I'm
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