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Came and got a Rolls (D-Roc) Whoa, I'm tired, I'm tired Shit I am the one got the store, keep it comin' Walk in the venue, might throw out some money I know how it feel for to not to have nothin' I'm gon' spend me a hundred and turn up my youngin' Betrayed, and got stabbed in my back and it's killin' me And this happened like too many times Ain't no sense to the crying, I'ma turn up my rhymes I'ma cash out that shine, I might buy me a ride I won't kill anymore (oh, yeah) I wanna lay in her arms when I look in her eyes I flew the bitch on the jet, but, her attitude nasty That's every time she on my side I spent eight hundred thousand on a brand new AP Quit that rappin', ain't tellin' no lies Stay with that static, do dirt with that fire Pussy ass rapper get switched like a child Oh, you wan' cap? Get slapped Better chill with that bap, up the strap like, "Whoa" I thought that you was my friend, I just want you to win You forever my bro', oh Came up, thuggin' for to get it to my mama, I'm sorry I been healin' my soul She ain't really love me, she was playin', oh, no Thought that I did it, whole time, I ain't know Hm, separate fast, I'm sick of these hoes Ten rubber bands, I'm sick of these broads Links on my wrist, but, this time ain't froze, time, oh Hope you didn't think I was playin' when I said I'll never go broke But I only got two problems right now Where to spend my money at? And, should I get a new ho? She got a problem, one for to take care of her baby And two, for to pay off her house He got a problem That iron or the money he makin', he plannin' on robbin' about it I got a problem, you already know how I'm bangin' My niggas do dirt with that chopper New Chanel bag, gotta tell a bitch body Hermès bag could've bought big body Hm, separate fast, I'm sick of these hoes Ten rubber bands, I'm sick of these broads Links on my wrist, but, this time ain't froze, time, oh Hope you didn't think I was playin' when I said I'll never go broke But I only got two problems right now Where to spend my money at? And, should I get a new hoe? She got a problem, she know that I got it, just hit me whenever, wherever you go I ain't buy her no body I let the bitch drive the Maybach to the store Stack up that money, just layin', my grandad say, "On soul" (say "on soul") I just gave her two million Don't play with me shawty

Жизнь иногда выпускает жало Стирая прошлое, словно вирус И к хоккеисту жена сбежала И на работе полнейший минус Но наш герой не сдаётся Слёзы утри По жизни идёт и смеётся Вот он, смотри Он – самый счастливый из нас Избранный небесами Он вам не старый баркас А фрегат с парусами И в чём же причина тогда? Две обычные строчки Ждут его дома всегда Его папины дочки Пара-па-па-па-па-пам Его папины дочки Пара-па-па-па-па-пам Его папины дочки Пара-па-па-па-па-пам Его папины дочки Пара-па-па-па-па-пам Он помогает добрым советом И мудрым словом он лечит души На все вопросы он знает ответы Всегда подскажет, как сделать лучше А что его ждёт впереди? Там всё не так гладко Но всё же он победит Парень-загадка Он – самый счастливый из нас Избранный небесами Он вам не старый баркас А фрегат с парусами И в чём же причина тогда? Две обычные строчки Ждут его дома всегда Его папины дочки Он – самый счастливый из нас Избранный небесами Он вам не старый баркас А фрегат с парусами И в чём же причина тогда? Две обычные строчки Ждут его дома всегда Его папины дочки Он – самый счастливый из нас Избранный небесами Он вам не старый баркас А фрегат с парусами И в чём же причина тогда? Две обычные строчки Ждут его дома всегда Его папины дочки Пара-па-па-па-па-пам Его папины дочки Пара-па-па-па-па-пам Его папины дочки Пара-па-па-па-па-пам Его папины дочки Пара-па-па-па-па-пам Его папины дочки

Geenaro So I'm going to Ghana I'm gonna be dreaming Dance for me, baby I'm gonna be dreaming Dance for me, baby I'm gonna be dreaming (oh, yeah) Dance for me, baby I'm gonna be dreaming (oh, yeah) Dance for me, baby Bin heut ruhig, trag mein Gold, denn sie kennen mich jetzt, ja (yay) Papa stolz, bin dankbar, denn ich glaub an Gott, ja (blessed) Seele tot, es ist schwer, Devil in mei'm Ohr, ja Der Schmerz sitzt tief, noch ein Glas und ich flieg fort, ja (skrr) Demons in mei'm Kopf trotz Prada-Shorts, ja (yay) Stimmen, die ich hör, wann hört es auf? Ja (wann?) Ständig wach, diе Nacht kommt, Bro, ich lauf, ja (grr, grr) Weg vor mir selbst, guck, alles grau, ja (yay) Bro, Bro, wo blеibt der Sinn? Ja (yay) Will wieder in den Film wo ich war als Kind (boom-pah) Bro, sag, wo bleibt der Sinn? Ja (yay) Tauis im Bag, doch um mich alles still I'm gonna be dreaming (oh, yeah) Dance for me, baby I'm gonna be dreaming (oh, yeah) Dance for me, baby (oh, yeah) We blow up your phone Dance 'til you die (oh, yeah) We blow up your phone (turn) Dance Yeah, sharks in the hood, no Bathing Ape (suh-suh) I'm in Tate with a taper fade (suh-suh-suh-suh) See Jess, it's a three liter engine I told my bredrin, "Take that Chase" (turn) All the times that I flew from home Why? I weren't tryna take that raid I'm still free to say, "Amazing Grace" All this gold got me feelin like Flavor Flav I'm feelin' like Flavor Flav, but used to be on a workers wage Now I might need a quarter million English just to work that stage And I still don't do it for the Met, you know the Broadwater way Leave that to them opp boys, they're just vexed, they get burnt like sage I made the trenches lit, everyone from my strip I'm protective with This money get spent on sticks, they say get it how you live Them opp boys need 8-ball on connie, me an' Frog gonna do man, spent a brick We're so verified, we the ones giving out blue ticks I'm gonna be dreaming (oh, yeah) Dance for me, baby I'm gonna be dreaming (oh, yeah) Dance for me, baby (oh, yeah) We blow up your phone Dance 'til you die (oh, yeah) We blow up your phone Dance 'til you die You wanna go, you wanna go You wanna go, you wanna go Dance 'til you die I'm gonna be dreaming (oh, yeah) Dance for me, baby I'm gonna be dreaming (oh, yeah) Dance for me, baby (oh, yeah) We blow up your phone Dance 'til you die

Aş vrea să-mi dai ce nu mai am Aş vrea să-mi dai un topogan Aş vrea să-mi cânti in miez de noapte Să-mi prinzi părul într-o parte Citeşte-mi iar dintr-o carte Aş vrea plimbare c-un tramvai Aş vrea caise dacă ai Aş vrea zăpadă de trei metri, cazemată kilometri Aş vrea puţină mentă în ceai Cine m-a făcut om mare Nu m-a-ntrebat ce mi se pare Mi se pare că-i nedrept Nu mi se pare că-i corect Cine m-a făcut defect Cine m-a făcut om mare Nu m-a-ntrebat ce mi se pare Nu mi se pare că-i corect Mi se pare că-i nedrept Cine m-a făcut defect Hai dă-te jos acum din nuc Te-aşteaptă o treabă de făcut Şi multe-altele ce-or sta, o-r sta acum in grija ta Te-aşteapta grijile, bla bla Şi mi-ar plăcea să fii mămos Mi-e tare dor, mi-e dor frumos Să-mi încalzeşti supa ta, mamă Să mă alinţi şi să-mi dau seama Că au trecut anii ca flama Cine m-a făcut om mare Nu m-a-ntrebat ce mi se pare Nu mi se pare că-i corect Mi se pare că-i nedrept Cine m-a făcut defect Cine m-a făcut om mare Nu m-a-ntrebat ce mi se pare Nu mi se pare că-i corect Mi se pare că-i nedrept Cine m-a făcut defect

She came down from Cincinatti It took her three days on a train Looking for some peace and quiet Hoped to see the sun again But now she lives down by the ocean She's taking care to look for sharks They hang out in the local bars And they feed right after dark Can't you feel them circling, honey? Can't you feel them swimming around? You got fins to the left, fins to the right And you're the only bait in town Oh-oh-woah, oh-oh-woah You got fins to the left, fins to the right And you're the only girl in town She's saving up all of her money Wants to hit it south in may Maybe roll in the sand with a rock 'n roll man Somewhere down Monserat Way But the money's good, and the season Helps to lighten up her load Boys keep her high as the months go by She's getting post cards from the road Can't you feel them closing in, honey? Can't you feel them schooling around? You got fins to the left, fins to the right And you're the only girl in town Sailed off to Antigua It took her three days on a boat Looking for some peace and quiet Maybe keep her dreams afloat But now she feels like A remora With the school still close at hand Just behind the reef are the big white teath Of the sharks that can swim on the land Can't you feel them circling, honey? Can't you feel them schoolin' around? You got fins to the left, fins to the right And you're the only bait in town You got fins to the left, fins to the right And you're the only girl in town

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