Lyrics:
And they will see our boy,
He has such a taste for finery
He's dressed to impress
Wouldn't settle for less
Thirty four round the chest!
Only the best
Lets rock to
S-dot-Carter y'all must try harder, competition is, nada
Ladies scream, papa, niggas can't stop ya, competition is, no, no, no
the sound
Of you hitting the ground
They talking a lot but their never down
To come one on one or Into my town
That side their bxtches
Their raps lad all
[Jay-Z]
S-dot-Carter
Y'all must try harder
Competition is
[Amil]
Nada
Ladies scream papa
Niggas can't stop ya
Competition is
[Jay-Z]
No, no, no
the world
Left right
Left right
Na na na na
Na na na na
Fatima baby
Fine like
Fine like
I want to see you do it baby
Night and daily
You know my mama taught
na
Fatima baby
Fine like
Fine like
I want to see you do it baby
Night and daily
You know my mama taught me how to treat a lady
I want you in my bed
or school
Have a look around the lads
Think of the man, the myth, the legend
Who do you think is the G.O.A.T then?
Our Celebrations have those
Beautiful
exams. She
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immediately told the lady that her dream was to help people by treating them as doctor.
When the lady heard this, she was really
it's ghosts that you're after,
There's Lady Jane Grey's to be seen,
She runs around chased by the 'Eadsman
At midnight on th' old Tower Green.'
They
hang) (ridin' on our motherfuckin' enemies)
We got homies on the front line, livin' it up (y'all know how we do it)
We got ladies in the back straight,
hang) (ridin' on our motherfuckin' enemies)
We got homies on the front line, livin' it up (y'all know how we do it)
We got ladies in the back straight,
Heart-ache made us
Don't care if you're a O-A-P, bloke, ba-by, bro, lady
Let's stand up for the same team
Go crazy for the same dream from the 1960's, remix me
be questioned at the station
By a good cop, bad cop
If they find you guilty
They'll impound your can in Hades
Where the grounded lads and ladies
A child as perfect as child can be
Go to the wood!
Ladies
Our carriage waits
Now may I go to the Festival?
The Festival!
Darling, those nails!
A child as perfect as child can be
Go to the wood!
Ladies
Our carriage waits
Now may I go to the Festival?
The Festival!
Darling, those nails!
or at preachin', nae wooin', nae fleecin',
The flowers of the forest are a' wede away.
5. Dool for the order sent our lads to the Border,
the English for
the first
On the twelfth day so you’d count
مسترضعاً أتم مع حليمه
أربعة الأعوام في غنيمه
He was breastfed by: “Halima”
(Four years) his age when he returned
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
[Jay-Z]
This one for the future
Everybody want to be a Roc-a-fella gangsta
Hard for the street, sicka for the club
Sometimes for the ladies, but
I'm carryin the wave
Drownin everyone
And I'm losing my head
Kese badle Hum
Par abhi sabkuch laghe same
now it's my turn my lads
So make som fuckin
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
watch the show for free
There's a lady in the street
Asking people not to speak too loudly 'cause
All the lads are actin' rowdy
The clubs are closed
times do your boys get (BOAWWWW) inside
Seen some lads in our hood (21)
Then He got shown what's good what's good what's goodie
Their boys left ole matey
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