I won't tell For my click I'm a ride or die For my click I'm a ride or die Eating on some chips Plus I'm smoking on a blunt Chilling on da front porch
I helped the Breton cause playing at Olympia. To teach the Breton youth to dance, I did it for a reason, Instead of dancing foreign steps and not just for a
my hands in the ayer, a-ayer, ayer, a-ayer Throw my hands in the ayer, a-yer, ayer, a-ayer Ayer, a-ayer, ayer, a-ayer Ayer, a-ayer, ayer, a-ayer Ayer
like our tight rhymes and haters get a black eye, from 7 (actually 6 1/2) crazy white guys. I'm just a guy in a band with a mic in my hand who decided
our tight rhymes and haters get a black eye, from 7 (actually 6 1/2) crazy white guys. I'm just a guy in a band with a mic in my hand who decided to
in it wip ya like a key brick, hear me 'for you see me bitch she''s on the back seat rollin quarters like a meter bitch young money[x7] we da shit (Yo
... I Address (I Speak It) - I Correct, You A Dress, I A Pair-A-Pants I A Motarola, You A Just A Pair-A-Cans! Couple Coke-A-Colas And A String
with a es L rhyme with a cruzer End with a r-ra yup your a loser I am a super star-a f.a.b.o I do it like tacara (f.a.b.o) cause yall sum dylon hoes
drown a fish F-ck I'm f-cking heinous, I'll make you f-cking famous Them lead showers is coming, f-ck is you sayin' [Eminem] F-ck, it's f-cking raining
I give a f*ck about them haterz(nope) Young jizzle been gettin paper(yeeeaaaahhh) Granite? wheels on da coup like savors Hit da club with 20 brawdz like flavor I'm on da
f**k ni**a play wit me get shot, pow-pow-pow from a coupe to a drop BEEP (cocaine) big guap, ni**a 18 bands will get 1008 grams of that block. Fresh up
m a man to another man to a bitch, I'm a pimp in the whip I'm a hundred grand And in the streets I'm a money man And I'm a hunt it with the streets,
at me under hand But im a designated hitter i adjust so fast Ya'll men designing women im a woman's man im da Cash money prince blow the trumpets band
a winna you dat think dat start with a es L rhyme with a cruzer End with a r-ra yup your a loser I am a super star-a f.a.b.o I do it like tacara (f
Il mio baby suon in una band all' Holywood cafe incominciano alle dieci e poi si fermano alle tre. Ogni volta che lui sogna sai ci mette l'anima e a
fall off Sittin' still wit a sawed-off ready to blow a arm off Oh, Lord, you don't want no problems wit dude I'm out that Band, so you now the boy-band
. Cause people like our tight rhymes and haters get a black eye, From 7 crazy white guys. I'm just a guy in a band With a mic in my hand Who decided
u change on would u change on a lot a hoes b wantin a rang up on they finger but they aint real an they showl aint gangsta gotta be more than just a
