Lyrics:
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
When he was twelve years old, he wore a thirteen shoe
A-little bitty big John (little bitty big John)
A-little bitty big John
He could do more
When he was twelve years old, he wore a thirteen shoe
A-little bitty big John (little bitty big John)
A-little bitty big John
He could do more
breakfast tea,
She lay cold and dead before the empty grate.
Every year thousand of people die of hypothermia,
Too hungry, too cold, too poor to stay
soaring
Hit him with a bat, and he goes soaring!
I'm a little boy, I'm three years old
And so what I've been told
That if you look up in the sky
All you
a thousand towns
'mans' on road wanna bring me down
but I keep spitting them a thousand rounds
coming down heavy like a thousand pounds
plus I'm known in
am
Being attacked by your accusations simply
Because i got us
In court to help fix this the custody matter?
Why did i have to take you to court to see
bless 'em with a little gwop, ha
I keep it rolling, picture me, twirling
The big truck, yukon, my sheep skin showing all the leathers
It's a cold
of what people of this town went through at that time.
The year of 1944 saw Forlì ravaged by the bombardments of both Allies and Germans and subject
Well, I had two weeks of vacation time coming
After working all year down at Big Roy's Heating And Plumbing
So one night when my family the I were
Well, I had two weeks of vacation time coming
After working all year down at Big Roy's Heating And Plumbing
So one night when my family the I were
here
Whoa, whoa, everybody's dreaming big
Whoa, whoa, everybody's just getting by
That's how it goes in every day America
A little town with a great big
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
bless 'em with a little gwop, ha
I keep it rolling, picture me, twirling
The big truck, yukon, my sheep skin showing all the leathers
It's a cold
from Obama
Background check for a chopper
Storm is gone now it's all clear
The road was long but we all here
[?] I don't care
2014 is our year
Big shout
and quinine
Cut that bitch a thousand times
Phone call said he need a brick
I text him back, "Come stand in line"
You went out of town so I had to wack your
have been Chip
You've been saying my name for a whole damn year
By this time, you could have been rich
Are you taking the piss? Brother, I'm blessed
krunk, all the big wigs was hearing my songs
But nobody did shit and they was taking too long
So three years went past, and I saved enough cash
To make my
the ants, mouses bounces
Yeah, yeah
I bring the ruckus straight from the side line
The year two-thousand
I bring the ruckus straight from the side line
They took me to a two room brick just on the edge of town
With thirty thousand other little houses falling down
A million years to pay it off with
and quinine
Cut that bitch a thousand times
Phone call said he need a brick
I text him back, "Come stand in line"
You went out of town so I had to wack your
check for a chopper
Storm is gone now it's all clear
The road was long but we all here
[?] I don't care
2014 is our year
Big shout out to the whole
of
a million years
Shoo
Shaw
Shirsh
Go on die salt light
You billion yeared
rock knocker
Gavroom
Seabird
Gabroobird
Sad as wife & hill
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