letra de lemon hill - daniel son (can)
i sip 4 stellas
weed stuck in the propeller
five 0 after my dogs
like cruella
we boat theives
repaint it and now
we boat sellers
on the phone with buckwild
talkin’ “lo” sweaters
i came up in that cold weather
i made h-ll freeze and
left the floor frozen once the door opened
fort myers, moving round the foreclosures
big blunt, i’ma smoke as soon as court’s over
world travelled you can taste my path
no matter what i’ma get my cash
i need 4 rovers
in the 80s, i woulda had a cordless phone
shots of cortisone
peace to hipnotik and
peace to corazon
my sh-t banging out in lemon hill
they talkin like they’ll get me
but they never will
i’m out her illin’ cause my pen is ill
i cook in h-ll’s kitchen
right on top the devil’s grill
f-ck you know bout it!
well you know, you always finish something
you might finish the bottle
you might not finish the song
letras aleatórias
- letra de back to your love - curses
- letra de 4you - hdbro
- letra de (you're my) soul and inspiration - showaddywaddy
- letra de j'ai changé - loïc lantoine
- letra de volume #10: the minnesota timberwolves - world wide wob
- letra de drop fm - a. g. cook
- letra de el camino - exopoetics
- letra de young don - don pablo
- letra de baci di fumo - lillo brass
- letra de pussy feelings - masicka