Lyrics:
to smoke all of it?
It's not like they're making us into edibles or something
Right?
Baked like a potato
Twirling like a tornado
Karate kick they call me
drain the ocean
She said my whip was hard told her it's a ford focus!
NBA in a cave call it ecco2k
Damn this bitch a freak? drop her off
well off
Call me crazy shit at least you're calling
Feels better when you let it out don't it girl
Know its easy to get caught up in the moment
shirt off
My phone ringing for some work, bird call
Then I take your girl, and swerve off
Drop it in, load off
Facial expression, it started off with
has gone
And you are not the only one
To be scared beyond repair
by all my lies
What a wonderful day to call it off
Shu-ba-ru-ba
What a wonderful day
Stories should be heard as music
It's Kate's seasons, It's my season
I don't have an off season
Yes that's how I'm coming through
Kate got the flow
every morning
Felt worse than the night before
I tried to brush it off but only really made it to four
At least by then, there was probably beer bath
wanna give her one time
Young boy from the south side tryna hit it both sides
I ain't tryna hit & leave girl i want long term
And she say she like
know, he's represented by a clarinet....
The part of the Grandfather will be played by Don Amiche.
He... what?
Can't make it? Oh. Huh.
Okay, um, hmm,
wore with tank tops to show off my tattoo, thought I was cool
I used to hang out with my daddy's brothers, I call them my uncles
They taught me how
wore with tank tops to show off my tattoo, thought I was cool
I used to hang out with my daddy's brothers, I call them my uncles
They taught me how
It's another holiday
I ain't taking none off
I been working by the bay
Never took a day off
Now she asking where I stay
Can't wait till we getting
love to drown
And now it's gone it doesn't matter anymore
When you build your house call me home
And he was just like a great dark wing
Within the wings
On
This might take long, Call Off
Something just came up
Tell your boss you’re leaving early
Say it’s an emergency
Flowers, wine and Applebee’s
Need It
Girl You Just Call On Me
Better Yet Just Call On Us
It's Easy As A 1-2-3! (1-2-3)
[Verse 2: Bobby Valentino]
Got My Parephials On And I See Ha
hell,
But livin' it well, I'm stacking gaining off of my fails,
Yeah, they gon' chant my name that's what my future entails
You can just call me
now)
Blow it down hooker bounce, come off the ropes like J. Snuka
(Two fly motherfuckers) You can't fuck with it
Backed by Open Bar, so y'all forget
Where my street disciples, church off in these streets
Call my congregation, church off in these streets
Call me Pastor Young, I came to spread
the lock off shows
You ain't on road it's just a show
It's just a show you ain't on road
Man don't know we ain't bros
I fucked your hoe I fucked your hoe
Go
it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Mr. I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans
it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Mr. I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans
niggas yeah they with it
'Cause these pussy niggas hatin'
They trying to knock me off my pimpin'
I'm a boss, I call the shots
I leave these pussy
it's clear as day, she's in a situation
Her friend Hannah had a man that was manipulative
So, she could see it from a mile off
Turtleneck jumpers,
boys come around don't say no last names
All these Rockford girls call me by my last name
Eight One Five up in this bitch there it is
Getting paid off
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