Lyrics:
I’m going down
Memphis Tennessee
I’m going down
Further south to Clarksdale
And at the crossroads there will be no sale
Down in St Louis
With Tom
one came back again
A lavish recycling trip
A delicate receivership
The granting of new jobs
Flesh covered thing-a-me-bobs
Head shots by dead shots
Me and Tom, back and forth
We've been goin' at it
And we ain't all there
Upstairs like an attic
Rappers all addicts it don't
Add up mathematics i'm
Buying everything there - Swipe
Like everything is on sale - Swipe
Louis bags and some shoes - Swipe
Gucci belt and some Jewels - Swipe
I bought
See this dish
Not your wish
Wishful thinking forcing deeds
Meant for me
You're a beast
Beastly dreams upon on my leash
Serving me on your knees
Kneel
charge them bitches extra
You're bleeding by a great white and I just caught the scent every dollar every cent
I'm biting off all I can get
I'm chewing
Ntawm koj ib sab (Right by your side)
Yuav tsis tso koj cheb (I won't let you go)
Wb lub neej tom ntej (Our future is ahead)
Baby i'll be there for you
Songs by Bob B. Soxx
I can do every Christmas thing there is to do
But I won’t merry if I’m not with you
Well I can jingle all the bells 'til the deer
Fucked up you right there while I was rhymin'
Now you're sulking in the corner, a baby crying
Hittin' up now we feelin' to rock Mars
Fuckin' up
a surplus
You look like you should be In a circus
Mmhmm clown here mate
Plus I heard you're not welcome 'round the estate
You, got run down by the young g's
what if who did who did
Maybe you and all you're there with
Terribly tempting I may need some air
What if what if who did who did
Can't be sure who all
wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said, nothing, you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my
wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said, nothing, you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my
through the game, then rep for the borough
And there ain't no name that can make me shudder
Woke by a clock, and I wouldn't be alarmed
Nah
Sheero, how
they
Jammin' to your groovey attitude, your chill vibe, and
When alarms are beepin' crazy, you're right there by their side.
I passed the M.H. tests,
I can tell the way you feel
When you're with me
And when you're by yourself
Can you feel the way it feels
When holding hands with somebody else
I've
ain't as hard as rocks needing Narcan
Makes me wanna pop the top off the pop can
When I mix the tom and saw like a con man
I let the beat swing through
you hatred
There's no applause for ya and success is hard for ya
There's enemies, envy, with green my niggas, lawnmower
And I'm on tour, Jordan 4's, Tom
you go, do you think it's pretty?
He goes, "Don't be so cocky
I'm just doin' my job"
Well, your job's fucked up
Don't say you're sorry 'bout it, Bob
Yeah
Hit em with the venom
There's no need to pretend
No way to prevent it
No way to contend it
I know you offended
Man I'm in the end zone
Put
you ain't with it, without a doubt
By some (brothers) from (Brooklyn) you'll (get) stomped (out)
(That's right)
It's time to get stupid and cold
crossing the river
Oh man, look at that sky so blue there's almost no clouds in the sky
It's the sound of Bob Dylan
Chris i quite the follower
There's some
I love a Daytona rose gold Rolex, the black face,
I got a Fendi fur, some Tom Ford thigh high's and a crocodile Birkin.
That's not basic right
I love a Daytona rose gold Rolex, the black face,
I got a Fendi fur, some Tom Ford thigh high's and a crocodile Birkin.
That's not basic right here
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