Lyrics:
a fan of me
Looking at me crazy was pure insanity
Ten hours go by not panicking
I just sat there still like a mannequin
I was laughing they kept
and our freedom, so we won't vote for the leaders
Promoe to EastWest Rockers to rockers, breath of fresh air like Barack is
Their shock doctrine design
you say
We don't want to
We don't need to
Do that New York crap
We're rockers
Hard rockers
And this is how we rap
It's gonna be hard
It's
hot
If you're not original rockers you will get shot
Down by the kids neglectin' your art, the stuff you did
Eventually it get so bad puts you to bed
hot
If you're not original rockers you will get shot
Down by the kids neglectin' your art, the stuff you did
Eventually it get so bad puts you to bed
Look, I don't know what's gotten into me
I could be off of my rocker potentially
Bigger I get, the more they thinkin' less of me
Don't be the one
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
Show me how you do
I wanna shut down the club with you
Hey, I heard you like the wild ones, wild ones, wild ones, ooh-ooh
P-p-party rocker, fo' sho'
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
to be rich, that broke shit is obsolete
Possibly off of my rocker, watch how you watching me
Sophisticated, psychotic, fly as a pilot
Officially
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
of course
I'm a tower full of power with rain and hail
Cut Creator scratch the record with his fingernail
Rock the bells
The king of crowd rockers
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
ballin')
Ballin' like a bitch (bow, bow)
Watch me take your chick
Uh, snapback, nigga, back up in this bitch (bitch)
Throw 'em by the hunnids, watchin'
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
She pulls my man around by her apron strings
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go nowhere
I got
Jedno serce jedna miłość
A serca nie oszukasz nie
Maleo Reggae Rockers
Przed czym uciekasz
Czego tak szukasz
Wiem że czego byś nie zrobił
Serca nie
is again
Standin' over by the record machine
Lookin' like a model
On the cover of a magazine
She's too cute
To be a minute over seventeen
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
a factory by the Tyne
It says Morris on the door
The GPO owned it before
I drive in it for my job
The governor calls me a slob
But I don't really care
Gold plated, Chrome plated, black painted copper
Stay with heavy metals, but I am not a punk rocker
I'm God's son (he God's son), I'm God's son (he
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