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Brotha Lynch Hung lyrics

Brotha Lynch Hung lyrics

"Refuce 2 Looze (featuring D-Dubb) Lyrics"

Baby It's The Weekend Lyrics
Clap ! Yo ! Lets Go ! Uh ! Uh Ohh ! Now Lets Go ! Now its Friday I've been waitin' I spent all week workin' 9 to 5 I call my ladies who call there fella's So we can all meet up after dark Yeah Yeah Yeah Tonight I wanna have some fun girl ( some fun girl ) Tonight I wanna party all night l


Chorus(Lynch and D-Dubb)4x

I re-fuse to lose

Fuck them 22's

I got an AP 10 and a throwaway Tech 9

So you know you can't fuck with mine



(Verse1)

(Lynch)

If I was standing in the dark letting my nine spark

(D-Dub)

Maybe in the morning, motherfuckers might feel me yet

(Lynch)

It's that nine tech nigga that got them motherfuckers tore up

As I smash of in a seven deuce cut, you holding your gut

Talking about

(D-Dub and Lynch)

What the fuck you smoking on?

(Lynch)
One Nite Stand Lyrics
Sarah Connor its an honour Wyclefbounce One nite stand Cmon Love ya baby, drive me crazy Let me be your sugar daddy Looked into my eyes, I was convinced That hes real, real
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All dome as the chronics got me gone

Nigga it's on

On 'til the slugs come out

(D-Dub)

At night I do my murder red rum so tight

(Lynch)

I'ts the third strike nigga

So now I'm aiming up at your dome

'Bout to make your brain split and hit the Fleetwood Brome

I'm like Richard Chase, mixed with Al Capone

If you want some ripgut shit nigga

Yeah, I got it sewn

So bone to the crib, or get your wig split fool, with the tech chrome

And say the alphabet backwards fast or find you a brand new dome

A criminal minded n
Nnu Doftar K?Rlek Lyrics
Jag anskar du finns kvar nar solen stiger Nar natten blivit dag vill du ha mej da?? Far jag vill appna mej far dej nar solen stiger Nar ma?nen blivit hel vill du lyssna da?? Far annu doftar karlek och hoppet blir till tro a?nnu bla?ser vindar som stillar s
igga that gots tefs in his nine

So head to the East side, 'cause it's red rum time, nigga



Chorus 4x



(Verse2)

Nigga, it's that-Sac of Indo-Killafornia State of mind

Where niggas put their gangster gear on, and bend corners

In a Chev 69

Wire rims

You can't see

With their neighborhood flags and their black Carthart beenie

I'm like Genie

As I swoop through the hood and get up to no good

And I wish you would

Test my tech, 'cause nigga, it loves to take out necks

And empty backs out, so I ma
Cake Lyrics
I know you won't forget the days. I know you'll never let them live down the days, When they, they make you feel their pain. And you will never, never forgive it. It must have been so hard for you, Why make it so hard for me, yeah ? How can I, I learn, I learn from you, When you don't, yeah, don't
x out

350 on the black top

More smoke than chronic smoking

Loced out sherm, classic perm

In my ashtray, there's always a roach

Hit the left lane in case one times approach

I got, 5 warrants and some '89 tags

17 in the clip of my, auto mag

I'ts sad

I gotta watch my back, 'cause these niggas wanna throw me up in a black

leather sack, and throw me over their back

But fuck that

Why you think I got extended clips

'Cause I'm so high, most of the time

I just can't miss, nigga



Chorus 4x


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