take what's left and eat it. Take all or nothing. just too short to push it awaaaay. Take it up, take it up higher. 4 degrees now, 4 degrees warmer
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me down I'll come back running, knock you down, it won't be long now All the way in. All the way. Take it up higher. 4 degrees warmer. Give in now and
Übersetzung: Tool. 4 Degrees.
Übersetzung: Tool. 4 Reiter (192 N 'It).
down I'll come back running, knock you down, it won't be long now All the way in. All the way. Take it up higher. 4 degrees warmer. Give in now and let
they small That other nigga you be with ain't bout shit I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH (Chorus) (Verse 3) I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
yuh a gon find yuh In ya own-a blood pool Wicked man dey ya Anna me run di school Conscious lyrics And me know dat ah mi tool Cause yah we rule (An we
on, them definitely got me back. And I'm throwin' up St. Clair thugsta niggas, with or without my gat. Forever be ready to pull out me murder tools East
sih down and a chat and a plot watch the food out ah yah plate and a search fi your pot caugh dem evil, People so evil [Verse 4:] Put your self in my
every day sih down and a chat and a plot watch the food out ah yah plate and a search fi your pot caugh dem evil, people so evil Verse 4: put your self
a minor occurrence. [Verse 2: Chris Brown] The young boy just turned 16 and I got 6 4's and hot bikes that I rock. Keep 3 or 4 sweeties on my clock,
with touch screens, this must be the future One man band all recorded on computer Cubase, Cakewalk and Pro Tools users Filtered effects and overused Auto
the mud? Wahtta you know? He pulled out my 4-4 Now I got no choice, so I let it all flow [Whatta you know?] The motherfucker's all blastin' 4-5 equal
a run down this month rent Nutin' nah gwan a yard And food deh a road Then man hafi go touch pavement Despair was a tool That was used to enslave man
, I wanna try to show ya Maybe I could mow yo' yard And I cut well And my motor is self-propelled Don't worry about nothin', I won't tell! You know, no tools