Lyrics:
pillow, I sleep wit my shoes on
Every single night me and my mack get our groove on
Don't get moved on
Cause I shoot through your bicepts your
faith you’re a disgrace;
And, then, he tops it off by saying…
…At the congregation, you’ll not show your face!
V32 Group
Oh my god…
(1 beat pause)
pray tell, good sir
I give way…
V 12
Knox
With this in mind,
And your permission, sir
I’ve something to say…
V13
Roosevelt
By all means, Knox
B t S
And thats by these standards
Beat the streets
Straight looney tunes Kush and fruit loops
This instrumental is amazing and this weed is too
(b. andersson, b. ulvæus)
Scaramouche
(instrumental)
Varför ska det vara så seriöst för, alltid?
Nä, I england
to get popped by a cop?
Who the next n**** in the hood to get shot?
I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped up in bulletproof
N**** on my stomach see -
was his immediate reaction,
Chorus
“So many of my men needlessly died, your hubris, your greed because you had lied.” (2x)
(Beat Change)
V11 Woman 4
your nose
Dose em up till you get dozed
Pushing up daisies you will get drove
By a remote control
My body hosted by Yah
Which is my soul control
Pimpin
five is a little like counting by fives
In fact, if you count it along on your fingers as you count it out loud by fives
Your fingers will tell you how
Hennesey and Perignon
You know the flavor
Get your groove on
Standin by the speaker as the tempo gets faster
Brothers runnin through piece huntin for Dutch
(Can’t you get this through your head?)
V30 Fanny
You are obstinate, intractable, your attitude reprehensible.
I am sick and tired of getting by with
out the content, again and again
Take a selfie everyday looking 10 outta 10
Engage with your fans and still work nine to five
cnd then record it all
V1:
I used to be young and energetic
When it came to sex, I had to get it
Testosterone turned up full blast
How long will it last, harder than a cast
on the bench
Mike's Hard Lemonade'll get you amateurs bent
Where I'm from they don't hesitate the cannon that spits
Stand by the wrong man and watch your
and shit
Running 'round town while at home I sit
Staring at my boob tube
Listen to the box for a new groove
If I don't hear it then
I get my spirit lifted
I
the Burt’s bees,
G R, double O to the V E,
Must be flattery because the haters envy me,
Not my fault that your girl fantasizing bout me,
Not my fault your
a (toot-toot) kaid
Put on your coat, we go to the store
With a two-for-one deal at 1:44
Get there be quick or be kicked to the floor
By Hashmeer, (REX!), (and
with substance get poison by your own venom
But we move now
I'm on the groove sound
My dawgs proud
When they hear my voice they give me the crew pound
away your today and destroy your tomorrow
Verse 1
Run up inna di fedz and mi food get suck off
Seven a mi base buss and everyting lass
Di sojah
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
a fuckin' slug in your temple
Yeah
Chorus: L.V. & PRODEJE
The West Coast Gangstas still O.G.'s
Sportin' khakis and Chucks and B.V.T's.
Swervin through your
Nice ]
I got a shitload of story tales in my sack
Please come in, hang your coat on the rag
While you at it, make my coffee black
So I can get
This is a Homage beat
I'm hearing sirens out my window playing instrumentals
It was his birthday but the cops didn't get the memo
He worked a 9 to 5
the slimmies in the cities that I rock
Ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya
Or if you want to get your freak on, I'll just fuck ya
With the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh,
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