Текст, перевод и аккорды “Communism”
- Intro: Yo troy ima come on the rhythm With a little bit of communism Yeah, hah So check it out, yeah Chick-a chick-a im Chick-a chick-a on Chick-a chick-a my My, own shit Like an entrepeneur, that stepped in maneur Man Im newer than a jack I went up the hill with jill And jack chills big bootay But then the booty up, I told the bitch she better have my money Or step to the amg You know com sense, oh yeah him be That nigga that be making all the bid-by-by-bye sounds But since then, common calm down! Im on some calm shit watch com get complicated Simple motherfuckers say the way that com communicated Was too complex, I got a complex not to complain On my brain no complain and so will my community And I prefer compliments So I complement at an angle, of ninety degrees Its the ninties, and music got known for grease I got a sense of direction and a compass Come past mcs with compassion, though I heard the screams of But I aint shy, so why shall I comfort Commiserate at the fort with jeff Im so ill But I chilled in my compartment with no company and no meals Now com can get the panty, but I want my own company And com is on a mission not to work for commission Its a common market and its so much competition But to me, competition is none To my comp Im a ton I get amped like watts in a riot My compact disc is a commodity, so buy it Instead of competing with pete Com compromised, com made a promise Not to commercialize, but compound the soul Without the elements, compelling sense into communism
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