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tord, on te tord, on te tord, on te tord Coup d'coude, zet, balayette, fils de pute, bâtard, fallait yer-p' Coup d'coude, zet, balayette, ouais, t'as
neighbors know Just how far you'll go Keep away from it fucker You maybe fucking with kids But you've never seen fuckers play with you like this P E D O Can
Aw I guess it’s safe to say uh Dopetry is Well I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T Do you know what that means I’m a P-I-M-P I’m a get me me So it’s M-O-E ‘till I
fêter, fêter, fêter, fêter mais je fête Les p'tits d'la cité vont t'liquider pour la dette Rien à fêter, fêter, fêter, fêter mais je fête (mais je fête)
This is for all the girls that's I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T This is for all the girls that be livin' stress-free This is for all the girls on a mission
nous connait as-p Être contraint d'avouer qu'on est à-l Étonnés qu'on nous connait as-p Être contraint d'avouer qu'on est à-l T'es Obiwan Kenobi? Y'a
You know we can get away You know we can get away The D, the O, the P, the E I need the B, the L, the U-N T You know we can get away The D, the O,
things get better for you 'Cause I'ma make things get better for me And keep it Doggystyle, hottest thing out the LB The L-L-G wit D-P-G by the sea We
and I'm still checkin' The dopest motherfucker that you're hearin' on the record It's me, you see, S-N-Double-O-P D-O-Double-G-Y, the D-O-Double-G I'm
and I'm still checkin' The dopest motherfucker that you're hearin' on the record It's me, you see, S-N-Double-O-P D-O-Double-G-Y, the D-O-Double-G I'm
motherfucker that you're hearin' on the record It's me, you see, S-N-Double-O-P D-O-Double-G-Y, the D-O-Double-G I'm fly as a falcon, soarin' through the sky
Huh Yea Yung Ling goin crazy on the beat (It's High TKO) What it do What it do Ayy What it do What it do Ayy I'm I-n-d-e-p-e-n-d-e-n-t You still
hadn't drank a drop, still got hassled by the J.P.D. And I said hey dude can't you just leave her alone She ain't done nothin' wrong man and we just want
I can be your P.R.A.D.A Bae Really you just gotta let me know These nights alone get cold Still be grinding it upsets me though Road town drifted,
Nahaa! FouinyBabe D, and D, and P, mon Babe Nahaa! FouinyBabe D, and D, and P, mon Babe Nahaa! FouinyBabe À l'époque, à l'époque, on se
get you five Nobody understands this jive AC DC P D Q Look at what's become of you When you do what you do Do it to yourself Do what you do, to yourself
NYC P.D. you can see them on the streets All over new york city kick the punks all around Police brutality, for you and me Police brutality,
happiness babe you are my pills My credit card for you see I gat your bills Babe get to the store Shop all D I O R Sing C Y B O R G P V D ha ha G P V D
(Yo, yo) j'ai que des frères, khoya, j'ai pas d'amis Quinze ans d'carrière, mon p'tit, j'ai pas dormi Mon banquier m'voit comme une machine à fric
C'est juste une p'tite chanson Une p'tite chanson d'amour Pour tous ceux qui sont pour Qui y croient jusqu'au bout Qui se battent malgré tout
alone bitch I don't need you I swear to God I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T that's me I swear to God Fuck a hand out pull a plan out I swear to God
and sisters... GODspeed with ya G-O-D-S-P-E-E-D G-O-D-S-P-E-E-D Ey yo this life ain't fair no pony rides here Just a trip around the sun that'll last a couple
Yeah, She my little M-I-S-S-I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T Like, she don't need a man, she don't even need me But lovin' on this girl make me write an EP She
t'entends le bruit du canon c'est sur les miens qu'ils ont tirés Et même dans l'obscurité, j'continuerai d'prier briller Les p'tits d'ici veulent pas Gucci
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