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William Hut returns with his new single “Hold On To Love”
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William Hut shares A Song Can Live On Forever
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William Hut (Bergen, Norway) is praised internationally for his work with Norwegian Grammy winners Poor Rich Ones,
About: William Hut (Bergen, Norway) is praised internationally for his work with Norwegian Grammy winners Poor Rich Ones, «Stand Up Tall» is about fending for yourself. We stand alone against the storm, so it is important that our thoughts are balanced. William says his new lyrics have a simple but important message, «It’s all about hope.., the only thing we really need right now» https://www.facebook.com/williamhut.music
Either get money or die / Get faded or die / Get famous or die
[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] Guns on the table, mama in the back room Bitches in the kitchen, water whipping crack foam Clap foam, clack foam, please respect the trap, homie When it snap, homie You a rat, homie Roaches in the ashtray glowing Everybody blowing Or they sniffing blow and Yelling "there they go" and They can hear the 'po and They be riding slow and looking at the door But it's day, and it's just somebody's daughter skipping rope Like peas, porridge hot Peas porridge cold Miss Mary...
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