bout you? " "petey sent me as your crew, so what yo gonna do? " I landed the plane, checked in the hotel Horny like a mafucker from the ho
Sometimes she dreams Sometimes she tries to dance She calls out, "Hi, ho, Silver" from her chair She dreams of somehow saving the day The chair a pressing door
krazie jackson blazin at ya doin ya right in ya ear so clear spitin verses they come thirsty for more so spit em serve em twirl em right from the door
chiefs annoy me, uh/ So when I roll, I'm mostly solo and I know that fo-fo stay mighty close Just touch on my door ho, you'll be greeted by heaters
chiefs Annoy me, uh/ so when I roll, I'm mostly solo and I know that fo-fo stay mighty Close Just touch on my door ho, you'll be greeted by heaters, millimeters
door they going deaf by my shots Cause I'mma shoot up the club, you bitches better run Let my nigga go before I give you some It's gon be some shit, a ho
to chill with my little kid Had everything in controlled or at least I thought I did Telephone rang, when I answered then they hung up Three niggas kicked the front door
know it like a poet, baby doll Get in the music, you know it like a poet, baby doll If you don't know, you better, ask somebody who I be On land, air
OF STEPS, TO A LITTLE TRAP DOOR WHICH SWUNG IN EACH DIRECTION. A LITTLE DOOR MARKED 'DANGER! INSPECTION TRAP!'. "THROUGH HERE." SCOUSE FELT HIMSELF FALLING THROUGH SPACE. HE LANDED
from nashville, tennessee, oo, (oh no!) He smiled because I did not understand Then he held out some moonshine whiskey, oh ho He said it was the best in all the land
m chill how 'bout you?" "Petey sent me as your crew, so what yo gonna do?" I landed the plane, checked in the hotel Horny like a mafucker from the ho
puren Geschmack Ich wreck' euch Huren zum Takt des Nordwesten Du willst stressen? Geh' in 'ne Talkshow Du wirst mit Mordsflows gedogt Ho bist sorglos
a real dick pleaser but shorty from cuba still workin on visa her girlfriend Lisa met her in puerto rico how she dont suck dick but expecting me to eat her that ho
Gab] Summertime in the city Pity rappers fallin' to the Ego Sonic War Drums [*echoes*] [Chorus 2X] Ego Sonic War Drums, we so hard - RUN Beatin' on yo' door
man scrambling Now how it feel to throw punches and can't land em Or be powerless while you can't stand em And treat comp like Richard Simmons behind closed doors
nina take it right back Telling him their mommy's boyfriend is Tech N9ne Oh no girl yo babies at the doe [Chorus] [door closes] Momma open this door
. Oh, and that's alright, I say boy, that's alright with me. Oh... ho-ho, come take my hand, drivin' out tonight into the promised land, Oh-ho Thunder
rooms all over the internet And causin' collisions on the highway of information And then I head back to my prior engagement In the nation of Brooklyn Land