Lyrics:
missing (among us)
I'm thinking back on Toblerones of old, I'm reminiscing
But it seems you'll never listen
The candy's in my vision
T.O.B.E.R. revision
I'm
beijar qualquer boca, ligar o foda-se pro mundo
Deixa eu, esse B.O é meu
Hoje é dia de bebida falsa, de cigarro vagabundo
De beijar qualquer boca,
Y o c o m o c a d a d í a e n u n b a r
d e La S o l e d a t , q u e e s m i b a r r i o ;
e l d u e ñ o d e l b a r s e l l a m a J u a n
y e l b
Get your stamp on
No one does being you like you do
Hey Hey
Shout it out, L O V E
Hey Hey
Be who you wanna be
Shine your light, be fabulous and free
implacável
Essa mina é mó B.o
No meu peito é mais um nó
Essa mina é mó B.o
E cada dia esse nó fica maior
Essa mina é mó B.o
No meu peito é mais um nó
(rock it don't stop it)
Say, “ichi, ni, san, shi” (ichi, ni, san, shi)
Say, “wild style” (wild style)
Say, “G-O B-E-P” (G-O B-E-P)
Say, “Black”
nadzieję ona umiera na koniec
Ciało z duszą piją zdrowie
Dusza idzie chwiejnym krokiem
Ciało już straciło głowę o b e
Pomiędzy snami których nie pamiętam
No
want this feeling
This shit gat me thinking
Oya jubadi
Oya jubadi o ( Oya jubadi o)
E be your body Killy somebody o
Oya jubadi
Oya jubadi o ( Oya
me-o
So sick of L-O-B-E S-O-E-G
Roll mall diesel, move through Europe like a peasoul
With my fizzle.
You know I always take care of you,
last thing in
I feel invincible
Can you feel it in your bones
Tonight I'm uncontrollable
Don't get me out my zone
D A N C E
B O N E S
S H A K E
B O N E S
If
L-double O-K-I-N-G
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
I was a little bitty baby when my papa hit the skids
Mama had a time tryin' to raise nine kids
Told me not
flow candy
La más bacana 'e to'a, e' que esa tipa es mi chanty
B-O-B-E en la casa
Y dímelo Aissa, y dímelo Aissa
B-O-B-E en la casa
Dímelo Aissa,
B.O.B.E.
Yo!
En el bando ando contando pila de cuartos
Como Tony Montana
Yo sé que tu mujer me quiere, ha!
Se lo noto en la cara
Bad bitch, me dice que
(yeah)
Hay humo de marihuana, (sex) and pills (B-O-B-E)
Antes entraba al club y la' babie' ya me miraban
No había fama, pero la pinta ya era bacana
artistes à suivre
7 binks, B-O-L-E-M-A (M-A-N)
C'est mon name et le blaze de mon bagat (bagat)
7 binks, B-O-L-E-M-A (M-A-N)
C'est mon name et le blaze
Wow (Looking for the perfect beat)
The G.L.O.B.E. (Now found the perfect beat)
People of the world (We're looking for the perfect beat)
All
Mr. Biggs! (Looking for the perfect beat)
Now Pow Wow (Looking for the perfect beat)
The G.L.O.B.E. (Now found the perfect beat)
People
a man on the dance floor
Like Afrika Bambattaa and the Soulsonic Force
We're talking about Mr.B, Pow Wow, G-L-O-B-E
Was a renegade, yes, a renegade
trouble
T-r-o-u-b-l-e (double trouble)
Well I was born down in the gutter
With a temper as hot as fire
Spent ninety days on a peat farm just doin'
double trouble)
I said, "Double trouble"
T are O you be L E
(Double trouble)
Well I was born down in the gutter with a temper as hot as fire
Spent
Mr. Biggs! (Looking for the perfect beat)
Now Pow Wow (Looking for the perfect beat)
The G.L.O.B.E. (Now found the perfect beat)
People
T-r-o-u-b-l-e (double trouble)
Well I was born down in the gutter
With a temper as hot as fire
Spent ninety days on a peat farm just doin' the county's time
Well
m-O-B-B-D-E-E-P - Man
We got guns that could take your head
Pa-Pa-Pa-Pop-Pop
Shit is serious thun, you niggas frontin
Don't make me have to body some
(thing, hayou
sou o seu perigo.
Meu foco eles chamam de insanidade,
Envolvido nessa a vários anos de idade,
Depender de ninguém o Plano B é fazer vingar meu plano A,
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