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Gord Downie & the Country of Miracles
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Moon Over Glenora
Westwood T-Raww Heavy chains hallucinate Approachin' me nigga pronounciate I'm on 2 today, you 2 shots away Broke shit ain't safe, get you chased and chase Make a left bang bang seen a enemy face I put gold in the ceilin I'm master P No infatuation with me and beef Let the glock on the mouth thats ready for 3 Roses on concrete, obsolete I don't play my games like telekenesis and See no head no evil this ain't legal Gotta adjust my hat, make room for ego Feed my people gotta shoot out the rigo Time a relapse fuck it thought I was dreamin' Hit em by the fact thought I thought I was demon Tryna follow me home gotta take the scenic Hot as venus so i holla up in use the big bitch thats madief Your opinion and your ideas gave a johnson johnson not much no more tears Baptize still got sense, fuck a favourite rapper Fuck a top ten Number one on your shittin' list coz imma shit on you and thats real shit
Yeah Alright I got talk some real shit on there Yeah london vibes, last kings
Uh gansta nigga fly mafioso style Came from a bees belly bedi back a bully down Boast in the lord religion im making ploase now Had to do this for my nigga trel figure royce now Click clow joker's mouth junior its the motherfuckin problem chow Let him out fire cloud for betters body bounce Shell shock shell shock boirs like a jail house Let em run the game don't fuck up the aim 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Try tell a bing tell a pump like a in hella tryna Be a good father god father good fella Read lotta gotta lotta weight on my plate Carry can't hold a grown man Had you niggas too scary, Can't believe this shit Tupelo more than tooth fairies Talk like investigations illuminati ain't it a shame baby, hah yeah its a shame don't fuck up my aim baby 80's baby mouth fulla gold like a southern baby, reincarnated hell on urp what a angel's face Lip no ats I practice on the basis my believe Ain't what you seen a heard is deaf blindness So honest don't judge in your honour I just wanna sit back relax and get dollars You know it
Uh Check
Born a 89 dope crack on close line Gang signs, fuckers may score seem like Call em bind dropouts it could just see and post No vines i run shit, Get it on shoe line 100 dash for herdos you fall from a finish line Marsh pits crucifix say my pride Put that on life you lied to me now your soul lies Dog shots what im up, get that bitch baptize Botas in been pars its all color lines Hidden colors wanna know the truth Pick a datin' time, audemars are most die For that diamond shine, is this not after life Coz i'm livin' mine
Westwood London T-Raww Last Kings Gold Album, Fan of a fan out now Hah yeah
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