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INTRO R.I.P Troy Davis them coulda(could of) kill the wrong man Oh them coulda wrong oh them coulda wrong VERSE 1 Another death row execution Are you sure that you never killed a innocent man You could be wrong yeah you could be wrong You sure that your not wrong lord lord It’s like a …
[Intro] Aha, yeah [Part 1] Meine Mocros überleben wegen Satellit Blackberry, Perebe, Undercover-Asahbe A latif, Parallel, Bares zählt Wegen Amazigh, der den Ketma Jinn auf die Straße bringt Haschisch-Öl, das verteilt wird europaweit Norway, Schweiz, Holland Weiß [?] macht den Kursvergleich Komme mit Mocros, die kurzen Prozess machen Es geht um pures Koks auf Benz-Achsen …
[Chorus] Yeah You left your skinny jeans When are you gonna come back for more? And repeat the situation Let me know, let me know Ohh You left your skinny jeans How did you get down from the second floor? Let me know the situation Let me know, let me know [Verse 1] Waiting in line Where you turned away Said you hated it …
[Verse 1] I took over your town, kings get the crown I’m sipping on that actavis, a nigga damn near drowned Girl you know I need that crown, light skin or brown Armenian, Latino, bitches known to blow it down Got a black and Asian stallion, bad bitch from Sweden Hair extra blonde head bouncing …
We were sleeping till You came along With your tiny heart You let us in the wooden house To share in all the wealth Don’t you know it’s true? Norway Norway Seven figures leap the hungry mouths The beast, he comes to you He’s a hunter for a lonely heart In the season of the …
[Hook] I want it all, brand new socks and draws And a bitch so bad you don’t see all the flaws A two door that go vrmm every time you hit the pedal You want the same? Just don’t never settle I want it all, champagne like Niagra Falls And a big boy grill, portraits …
[Hook] I want it all, brand new socks and draws And a bitch so bad you don’t see all the flaws A two door that go vrmm every time you hit the pedal You want the same? Just don’t never settle I want it all, champagne like Niagra Falls And a big boy grill, portraits …
Down from the mountain, cries of an headless love, high above Cold seems to me your kiss from the ocean deep, in my sleep I see you go south on the evening tide, end your fight Futile attempts, you can’t change the way, of our day and age of heathen and Hel I’ve been living …