Paroles:
Sex Pistols 17

You're only 29 Got a lot to learn But when your business dies You will not return We like noise it's our choice It's what we wanna do We don't care about

Now don't you run away from my Glock You can't dodge 17 muthafuckin' shots Could somebody pass me a clip and a trigger Walk across the party pistol whip

mane [Prode'je] Inhale, pistol grip on the hip, ten g's in the pocket Jump out the 454 and I locks it Eye-sockets upon my pocket Raise the pistol grip