d'aller niquer ta mere Des Mcs en millions d'pixels, le soir sur XXL T'es assis negro, ca va du 4X au 6XL Tu voudrais nous chier d'sus, dev'nir officiel
.P. Rien A Perdre, Rien A Peter Negro c'est reserve aux pros On investit pas dans la chance Travestit la France d'en haut Pas d'starlettes entourees d
y est, 1er round, Core et Scalp a eu lieu dans les saloons pas dans les boums. Les gens parlent d'amour, jte parle de cke je cone. {Refrain:} Les gens parlent d
the keys. Kneeled down to pick them up and all I saw was g-string. Pussy lips hangin out and it was the shit. Now I'm sprung on this bitch in a SJ6.
Perm so listen learn Gonna make you twist and turn with this beat that I kick it South River, Trax East Fuck with me you'll be deceased 6 foot underground
yo block I'm on that Westside We're undercovers wit them bulletproof vests right From my block to yo block I'm on that Southside Derty expecting bout a g string
What if the whole world got on their feet and began to cheer for me (Matthew 16:26) I'd be a puppet on a string spinning all around your stage would
she's a motherfuckin fool, idiot Welcome to the city where you might see thangs Like real threats, fake breasts, negativity hangs over the city like a puppet string
settin up shop for the black market So if I aim at your mark-ass youre a target Told you that I'd come but I came insane Born braincell killas, scramblin
?fa?fa?fa?fatal) Le 9 3, le 1 6, le 1 3 (fa?fa?fa?fa?fa?fa?fatal) Le 3 3, le 3 6, le 9 6 (fa?fa?fa?fa?fa?fa?fatal) La 106, la 107 ? bah c?est bon j?vais
che non posso sopportare sono i criticoni: fattelo te l' Universo se sei capace! Che me at dig un quel... disse il ve..." Era d' antica origine modenese
ti butti ma non puoi allenarti, piu di una volta stretto all'angolo da un peso massimo in un attimo pronto a mandare tutto al diavolo, ma poi ci pensi, stringi
j'crache faut qu't'avale A t'entendre parler t'es un putain d'criminel Mais moi j'connais pas d'bad boy homosexuel J'sais pas d'ou tu viens mais moi j
glittering lights Like windshield glass on the shoulder tonight As the diesels come grinding on up from the plains All bunched up like pearls on a string
feel no shame I walk the lonely streets at night and I feel no pain Oh why'd you see what its having over me and thats the reason why I play a 6 string
stil ich roll den tip zum 'S' damit es besser zeckt du rauchst einen und bist fett ich rauch davon 6 6 6 dikka meine exfrau die drecksau liegt als duenger
truth'lly leave 1000 in ya Have it your way like Burger King, the murder king Murdering your first string, first to bring the war Got the 6 saw with tail
