Lyrics:
school
I don't fuck around no more
Blend your organs scoop and pour
Total pedo-death my sole chore
Let the bodies hit the floor
This is not a fucking
So Fine Featuring J. Rob, Isaiah Sharkey & Eric Gales
Written by: Bobby Ray Sparks II & Antoine Smith
BOBBY SPARKS MUSIC (BMI), ANTOINE SMITH
MIXED
slow.
Fuck me like you want it. Hittin' every little organ by her stomach.
Stop back up, bitch who the fuck keep you cummin'.
[Daz]
And you
a day sweet tunes he'd play
On his fuckin' organ
The first mate's name was Cooper
By Christ he was a trooper
He jerked and jerked until he worked
I've been stomping other verses, niggas shaking, here's some towel.
I've been hitting on the words, niggas like thinkin' like they my panel.
Just by
a blindside
Once upon a drive-by came from the westside
Yes, all you can do is wet your lips
Hopin you don't get hit by the next lyric clip
I turn down the bass
slow.
Fuck me like you want it. Hittin' every little organ by her stomach.
Stop back up, bitch who the fuck keep you cummin'.
[Daz]
And you
by the sounds before the sun
I knew the night had gone
The morning breeze like a bugle blew
Against the drum of dawn
Lay down your weary tune,
by the sounds before the sun
I knew the night had gone
The morning breeze like a bugle blew
Against the drum of dawn
Lay down your weary tune,
I'm tryna be the best so I'm testing my limits
While perfecting my lyrics by connecting with spirits
Letting you hear it cos I'm trapped at the minute
Watch it! WAR-NING!
Aiyy yo, aiyy yo, aiyy yo, aiyy yo!
I had to figure out a way to touch 'em
Expose the money and hoes had to rush 'em
Six by nine
the lyrics to match. Little did they know a new culture would hatch. Mad love to the pioneers.
The mashpee Wampanoags that I represent can quote the 120
sitting by the bay heh
Lyric
so come on baby and dance your belly
move and groove it so irie yeah
Liedertexte eeling this ya night is blessed blessed
with
The first is what I will take
But you still chase
Murdered by words is your fate
You got no fuckin' fanbase
What a disgrace
What a fuckin' novelty, lyrics are
Winded is the sailor drifting by the storm
Wounded is the organ he left all bloodied on the shore
Gorgeous was his savior, sees her drowning in his
think, perhaps, sir
You will have to make up your mind
To abide by the rules of this house that is
If you want the job
I started work on the script
I
Winded is the sailor drifting by the storm
Wounded is the organ he left all bloodied on the shore
Gorgeous was his savior, sees her drowning in his
Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas intellect mad slow, y'all fags
A giant pipe organ up in the air
You can't live in a home which should not have been built
By the bourgeois clerks who bear no guilt
When the wind hits
corner
Below I know I love her, but act like I don't want her
Surrounded by the lonely, but yet feel like a loner
Could be an organ donor
The way I
no home to putrefy
Gravity lost it's hold on me
Now my heart palpates inside
All my organs discarded
I found a better place to hide
Inside
a day sweet tunes he'd play
On his fuckin' organ
The first mate's name was Cooper
By Christ he was a trooper
He jerked and jerked until he worked
Hip-Hop style baby, y'all remember
By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts
In your ladies' placenta, that means L just entered
Duck taped your
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
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