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Übersetzung: Lamm. Fünf.
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life is nothing, but Christ is all So conduct yourselves worthy of His righteous call Chapter 2: Let's examine five through eleven The blessed lamb who
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter. Johnny Turk he was waiting, He'd primed himself well. He showered us with bullets, And he rained us with shell, And in five
: Yeah It's Gucci, What's up burr, Yellow errthing this time, you what im talkin bout Yellow rims, Yellow, big booty, yellowbones Yellow lambs, Yellow
hawk and I'm hunting chicken and watermelon It ain't nothing but hard time bailing Just got a misdomener Cause I got a deuce-five, and I'm black as Sarafina
Suvla Bay We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well He chased us with bullets, he rained us with shells And in five
whole world will respect him Does he have doubts? What if he really never exists? What made 'em write that shit? On everybody's top five Why he ain't
This old man came rolling home . . . this old man came, Mary had a little lamb who's fleece was white as snow! Mary had a little lamb who's fleece
chops, I want the number one spot With the science, of a giant New York defiant, brutal like domestic violence Silence of the Lambs, o-ccured when I slammed
Suvla Bay We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well He shot us with bullets, he rained us with shells And in five
and, BET So T-R-L and, one-oh-six I'm in heavy R.O. when they play my shit Momma push whips like BM Dubs And your B.M. trip when she see me in the club The man, five
another day they say Because the Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away So my niggaz pray five times a day and still carry a trey-five-seven (On Earth,
] Yeah It's Gucci, What's up baby? Yellow errthing this time, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Yellow rims, yellow big booty, yellowbones Yellow Lambs
a bone This old man came Mary had a little lamb [Incomprehensible] Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow Mary had a little lamb whose
[Verse 1 - Curren$y] Sober flow, I ain't smokin five days but i'ma burn this beat and leave it in a ashtray Yo Joey, give me a light, so I can see where
