Lyrics:
rocky it’s me. I know you haven’t heard from me for a while but ya know, i was just sitting in our spot and like that song “Yellow” by Coldplay came on, i
Baiiano MC da NS
Eles dizem que podem ,outros diz que não pode fumaça cabeça sacode
Enquanto isso eu pagou a blante pra bola do Bob ,vão mim chama
a one-horse open sleigh.
Now the ground is white
Go it while you're young,
Take the girls tonight
And sing this sleighing song;
Just get a bob-tailed bay
levitating shit
They say bob how you feel about tha fame
Really aint famous till obama know my name
Tha games in a drought it was going down tha drain
When I
No. Who are you mister? Yeah, how come all this?
Well, I'll tell you. It's like this... No let us tell you.
Mister Tom Jefferson, a mighty fine man.
He took a sip from his can, and asked me if I had any songs by a man called Bob Marley
I said I did, started to play one and he sang and danced along
surrounded by paper chasers, money makers, and cappers
Two Benzes and Tom Ford, I spray, let me get this pay today
Used to rock J's, but now I'm Yve Saint
From who the voices in your scalp
Will make you wanna do morbid things to yourself
The God of War, the Master, the Keynote, the Infantry
F – E - A - T -
your job
But you're gettin' on my nerves, just like Bob
Every time I hit a corner, I see you
Always tellin' brothers what to do
You lock me up cause
And danced around a Bob Seger tune
And finished up a bottle of home-made wine
I never had to write a girl a song
Had a woman stay this long
And now
timepiece will make it all right
Sing songs of the mountains, Cowboy's Delight
By Bob Carpenter and David Holster
throat.
Half a dozen spy cams rigged up in blackmail science.
Swamp rats back off a destiny that f***s her clients hence the riots.
You lose, she knew
tell by how much you talk that you f*ckin' stupid
I'm quiet not dumb homie, I'm just always coolin'
Unless I'm dancing like a b*tch and out here actin'
for missing assignments
I did it dolo
I did it by myself
Don't Cheddar Bob yourself tryna shoot below the belt
I'm top dawg like them boys on money
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
the moonlight
When June kisses Tom, Harry doesn't know where to look
The oldest story in the book
The band pull into town in the afternoon
They've got a hit song
These niggas clout chasin' just so they can go viral
I speak street Gospel, I don't really know the Bible
I call my nigga Tom Brady when he throw
for life
A preacher's son, first one on the run
I'm grateful that I haven't been shot
Stopped by the cops and they didn't find a glock
W-Y-C-L-E-F
Tak nemusíš vytvárať profily
A vypisovať komenty jak no name
Keby si okay
Tak nemáš 30 a nebývaš
V tom byte u rodičov v hosťovskej
Keby si okay
them eyes when it’s watching you
Spitting all these metaphors and similes and I just never mind a chorus
More than 50% of my songs never had a chorus
goes by I don’t know why
F7 with repercussions from addictions
G I’m haunted by what you said to me
C dealing with these afflictions
F7 did I let you
a one-horse open sleigh.
Now the ground is white
Go it while you're young,
Take the girls tonight
And sing this sleighing song;
Just get a bob-tailed bay
left the crib and then I took a little drive
To get my mind right, the city goes by
While I'm stuck doing nothing with my f**king life
I'm a dying star
don't recognize we been using it wrong
So I'ma break it down and put my game in a song
N-E-G-U-S, say it with me, or say it no more
Black stars can
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