Lyrics:
And fuck you man if you doubt my success
Peng ting by my side boid it
Petty little beef trying to avoid it
Ca these man are full of shit
Like an u
home
Lord have mercy on a poor boy's soul
Crank it up and make these big wheels roll
Can you get me there by the morning light
And make everything
want to be kissing you, smacking those lips until they fall in two
I'm so lonely, girl I want to be kissin' you
Bye bye, bye bye, boy I'm thinkin'
go, gotta go
Bye bye, bye bye
Boy I'm thinkin' about leavin' U
Gotta go, gotta go, hey gotta go, gotta go
Hey girl I'm missin' you
Yeah my heart broke
You walk through the door
Place is jammed
Lights are low they got a country cover band
Singing songs by Merle and hank
And one funny little tune
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
kasi
White boy say hood
Black girl say kasi
White girl say hood
Mawuphuma ekasi, noma ungakaze, noma ungalazi nyakaza
Black folk say kasi
White folk say
to the beach now's over seas
Getting by ninety five now spending G's
But money doesn't matter that much to me
'Cause i still miss you
'Cause you know he
gonna get it, get it, get it
Girl I represent the Nappy Boy Clique
So I know that you heard (ohh, oh-oh), say word
(Nappy Boy)
Now let me see that
mum's house, now, they're invadin' my business
While I'm still gettin' chased by these dirty little girls that never had a job
And think they're worth
Boy a fool, wonder what's cool
Tryin' to figure out what to rhyme about
I heard your mans went cryin' to his mommy and his daddy
When the cops
a book by its cover
Celebrate the special in each other
River plays drums in the band at school
They don't feel like a boy or a girl
We learn to say them
everything to you girl but lie
Hoping you don't judge my love by the size of the ring
Money can buy a lot but love's not one of those things
I used to shoot
the girl's got a battle, disappointment unallowed
Shouts in the middle of the
Cries in the waking of a
Fights if sedated by an easy crowd
Shouts in the middle
now
I'm telling ya, you ain't no children
I'm telling ya, you're not little girls
I'm telling ya, you're not little boys
You're men
Don't you
want to put in some worth
That's a g-string you got on, boy you know your wrong
Bring your girls to 15-0-5 I can't talk long
Hay yo' snoop, these
shawty stop by
Cause we gone be alright
Told her ride with the team
Boys pull up at the scene
All gold, this must be a dream
Cause life ain't what it seems
Stand 10 toes, I’m a soldier boy
007 when I shoot.
Got your wifey trying to boo
Got your sisters skipping school
She’s at the beach party catching
to say NO to the shit that kills
Cus at the end you be dead and that's for real
Little girls pay attention to boys and dicks
Little boys feel affection
This little girl, all work no play
October grey makes the hangman's day
Hotel, TV, silent movie
Her precious eyes gazed back at me
From
With my Spanish girl, Valeria
Super freaky but she acting diva
And all she wants to do is tease a boy that’s
Why she give me neck kisses
When I'm
a showroom.
Now they are spreading out the blankets on the beach.
That weatherman is a liar.
He said it would be raining but it is clear and blue as far
this ain't a contest
Dipping in fashions
In and out concepts
Might take the Batmobile by Lynn beach and shoot the entire projects
My vision
Seen what
I left Cape Breton on the coal boat for St. John's, Newfoundland|And I met a little girl named Sally|And I took her by the little white hand|She
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