
Jimsonbobson505
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Don’t be a pussy do it
You got put the lyrics in
You got put the lyrci ins
You gotta put the lyrics there
Can you sing this song pls?I really like it
I will PayPal you $20 if you can sing the part from 7:00-7:25
certain bits I got the right tone but most from me was shiyb
sing it in hebrew
sing it in hebrew
OkDo a full bohemian rhapsody cover
ye, BitchYou got put the lyrics in
I will PayPal you $20 if you can sing the part from 7:00-7:25
I will PayPal you $20 if you can sing the part from 7:00-7:25
Brothers, sisters, don't bundirra
Brothers, sisters, don't bundirra
[Verse 1]
My friend, could we stand together?
Look at us, we can't sniff forever
Show me sister! Show me brother!
Every stays strong for one another
[Bridge]
Come on, come on, come on, come on, yeah!
Come on, come on...
[Chorus]
We call the leaders of Ngaanyatjarra Lands
You don't sniff petrol from a can
You put your petrol in the car it stays
Don't be rama rama it's messing with your brains
You say you're deadly
Do you understand?
You don't sniff petrol from a can
You put your petrol in the car it goes
Don't be rama rama and sniff it up your nose!
[Bridge]
Don't be rama
Don't be rama rama
Don't be rama
Don't be rama rama
Don't be rama
Don't be rama rama
Don't be rama
[Verse 2]
Love your friends and protect your family
They are with you when you are lonely
Dont bundirra, dont bundirra
When you stop your brains will be clear
[Bridge]
Come on, come on, come on, come on, yeah!
Come on, come on...
[Chorus]
We call the leaders of Ngaanyatjarra Lands
You don't sniff petrol from a can
You put your petrol in the car it stays
Don't be rama rama it's messing with your brains
You say you're deadly
Do you understand?
You don't sniff petrol from a can
You put your petrol in the car it goes
Don't be rama rama and sniff it up your nose!
Bridge]
You are deadly, you rama rama
Gonna get caught like Bin Laden Osama
Yeah i tell you
Cause i care, tell you
[Chorus]
We call the leaders of Ngaanyatjarra Lands
You don't sniff petrol from a can
You put your petrol in the car it stays
Don't be rama rama it's messing with your brains
You say you're deadly
Do you understand?
You don't sniff petrol from a can
You put your petrol in the car it goes
Don't be rama rama and sniff it up your nose!
[Outro]
Use your brains!
Think about your culture
No sniffing!
I will PayPal you $20 if you can sing the part from 7:00-7:25
Man we gotta go get something to eat man
I'm hungry as a motherfucker
Hey yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son?
50, calm down, here he come
What the fuck!?
Son, pull up! pull up!
Many men, wish death upon me
Blood in my eye dog and I can't see
I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be
And niggas trying to take my life away
I put a hole in nigga for fucking with me
My back on the wall, now you gon' see
Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
'Cause I'll come and take your life away
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Now these pussy niggas putting money on my head
Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead
I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found
I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned
When I rhyme, something special happen every time
I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
I walk the block with the bundles
I've been knocked on the humble
Swing the ox when I rumble
Show your ass what my gun do
Got a temper nigga, go 'head, lose your head
Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
I walk around gun on waist, chip on my shoulder
Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain
Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain
Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard
It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
This if for my niggas on the block, twisting trees and cigars
For the niggas on lock, doing life behind bars
I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear
Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm
Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me
I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Every night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back
I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
In my nightmares, niggas keep pulling techs on me
Psych says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me
The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot
I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked
I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines
In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around
Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down
Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason
'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fucking breathing
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Listen to his attempts jflSupreme music taste <3
Very based music taste bro
BAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHListen to his attempts jfl
ye, Bitch
Outwest 290 Shit nigga
You know how im rocking nigga
Get yo guns up, Get yo funds up
You on that opp shit, Get mop stick Bitch
No Hooks, Aye
4CH Solid Gang, Catch a body gang
Aye, Aye, Aye
[Verse 1: Lud Foe]
I dropped out of school
Started selling dog food
Kept the biggest pistol even though i was a small dude
I'll get your block hot
50 Shots out this AK
You diss on my name, you get smoked on the same day
We do a hit, We hit your block the same way
You niggas broke, Tell me how yall wanna gang bang
Ridin' Round with two baby ninas
I feel like Max Payne
Serving Caine, Baby i'm trapping
I'm selling everything
I gotta watch my back
I know these niggas out to get me
So i bought a mac
You better know i got it with me
Bag on ya head, On ya head
It's a meal ticket
Stuntin' On these niggas
They don't like it gotta deal with it
He pillow talked the bitch
You know she still let me hit it
Pistol to the party
Security let me in with it
I pop lock The Glock, Bitch i'm Huey
With this F&N
I cruise up the block, While im listening to "Many Men"
If you a opp, we gone put this hot shit on you
I got 30 shots, Make me put this mop stick on you
Laser beam, Make you think chicken pox was on you
You get robbed, Now we going in them pockets on you
He a plug but he snitching
He put sockets on you
I love fucking thick bitches
I fuck skinny bitches too
Love riding 26's, Ride 24's too
Homicide would you take a life?
Would you really shoot?
You on some tough shit, We on some young shit
Let us through
100 niggas jump you
Thats 200 feet stomping you
Treat a nigga like he ricky, Make me put this pump to you
Went from recording out the closet room
And using Fruity Loops
Me and Kid Wonder Bishop
Always had the juice
Let this tec loose
All over your head like mousse
I got my Colt .45 catch you on some drunk shit
I collect checks from these hoes
On my don Juan Shit
Got that check fucked it off, like it really wasn't shit
A lot of niggas run they mouth
They don't really run shit
You ain't did what i did
Bitch you never done shit
I'm smoking goat piss
That shit that have me high in one hit
You wanna rap beef, and tell fairy tales about me
Real street nigga, i got all the killers round me
Fake ass nigga, how could you be real around me
And if Im hungry bitch
You better not eat a meal around me
Hard shells hit your Soft Shells, now you ground beef
Flipping work, It do cartwheels when its round me
She can't swim
She gone fuck around and drown round me
Im the center niggas can't get a rebound round me
Alot of Pussy niggas tryna' smile
When i come around
But they smiles turn upside down when im not around
Cruising tough behind the tints
Loaded pistol in my reach
Better hustle like your broke
If you don't, you a leech
Put some muscle in your grind, down the line you'll see
I was young, always kept a beeper on the side of me
Leaving school every second, just to go and serve a P
I had good grades cuz i used to sell my teacher weed
Put the Dre Beats on, Then i hit the studio
Spitting straight dope
I put fentanyl on the flow
Fuck her once then get ghost
Go AWOL on a hoe
Heavy traffic, so i put some berkeley bars on the door
'22 Glock loaded up with 22 shots
For this knot
Bitch i scrapped up every angle in the pot
All these rap niggas actors
Always claiming shit they not
Picked my boogers
So my bankroll covered up with snot
She ain't love me, But She love me now
Cuz im getting guap
Since in getting funds
Hoes say i'm acting funny now
All my niggas rob, boy you better not pull your money out
Reached in and hat them thought i was gone pull the bunny out
It's a hot car
Only drive it when its sunny out
They was laughing at me
I dont think they think its funny now
Black and yellow bumble bee
I parked it at my honey house
Bitch i'm from chicago, I be all across the country now
Sleeping on a palet when i lived in granny house
I had ambition and tuition to make it out
It was rough for me
Other rappers took the safter route
Being Hard Headed really Made me wanna listen now
Thinking bout the shit i could've had but i was missing out
Old heads lay some knowledge on you, if you hear it out
Say the game should be sold
But to me they give it out
Call my plug for the birds, he gone bring the pigeons out
Used to have a girlfriend
I fuck plenty women now
Im not a minute man
I won't give a hoe a minute now
At my trap house, dope feinds running in and out
We drink to our youth, to days come and gone, for the age of aggression is just about done. We'll drive out the Stormcloaks and restore what we own. With our blood and our steel we will take back our home. Down with Ulfric, the killer of kings! On the day of your death we will drink and we'll sing. We're the children of Skyrim and we fight all our lives, and when Sovngarde beckons, every one of us dies. But this land is ours and we'll see it wiped clean of the scourge that has sullied our hopes and our dreams.