Lyrics:
on the pot
Ain't never had allot but thankful for
The little that I got why not be
Fast food got me feeling sick
Them crackers think they slick
By trying
Alright get ready
Your in heavan when you hear big seven
Hey hey diddle dumb day
Ei ei ie'er
Hey hey diddle dumb day
Ei ei ie'er
Mary had
when she was three
Now Mary tries to do the best she can
But It's hard for a girl to play the part of a man
And what little money that she ever makes
test me
Cause I'm a big old shorty
When I upped her thing
It weren't no game
Playing wid this shit's got me horny
When I was just a little boy
Played wid
no one else had even seen
Behind the dash in Mary's crumpled up machine
A little matchbox circled by a rubberband
And inside the ring from Walter
no one else had even seen
Behind the dash in Mary's crumpled up machine
A little matchbox circled by a rubberband
And inside the ring from Walter
Stupid, stupid love like cupid
I'm the drummer boy so do it, do it
Little baby, pa rum pa pum pum (O-o-o ooh)
I am a poor boy too, pa rum pa pum pum
I
Well he was born in the country inside of a barn
Just out of town on a little old farm
He slept in a manger with the cows and the sheep
Sweet Mother
Just cause I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
When trees by the p's
And fuckin' fine fee's and 3's with ease
For sure the skilled poets
Within in
Mary had tha hot soup boiling
Didn't know why but it felt so good
Like some waffles in that morning
Headed back to tha woods
Now I'm full as tick
of the world
Felt like I had nothing more to gain
But boy was I wrong
Just check the lyrics in this song
Yeah I've come a long way
And it's been a long day
fuckin they friends
The way how I move and the way that I step
I ain't like them lil boys they can die by the tech
Save me the talk don't compare with
It's an old familiar story of a boy and a girl
And a love that went wrong from the start
How Bobby he loved Mary and she thought she loved him
And in a manger cold and dark, Mary's little Boy was born
Long time ago in Bethlehem, so the Holy Bible say
Mary's boy child Jesus Christ was born
And in a manger cold and dark, Mary's little boy was born
Long time ago in Bethlehem, so the Holy Bible say
Mary's boy child Jesus Christ was born
came back to take what's mine
Stop taking drugs, I'm tryin'
My little boy is dyin', he losin' too much iron
And if I die, it won't be because I got
on me and sing this song
(Sing this song)
(Sing this song)
(Sing this song)
(Sing this song)
It went a little something like
Mary had a little lamb,
evermore, because of Christmas Day
Mary's boy child Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas Day
While shepherds watch their flocks by night
They see a bright
"The first words I spoke in the original phonograph, 'Mary had a little lamb. It's fleece was white as snow. And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb
it's a pop fly
Recognition, little boy, yeah, I got mine
All the fake stuff, yeah, you can have it
Playing with me little boy, it's gon' be tragic
Yeah,
a trigger finger only make a little difference
Dark soul with the black liquor
Derek jeter with the sass in em
Oh he go hard with the Black em
All you niggas
I got it in soft
These pigs really put me on the wing, had me rolling with snooker balls and sock
I spy with my little eye (yes)
Something
plus (yeah)
Gratitude is a must, yeah
Me see blessings fall by mi right hand
Buss a toast fi di friends weh tek off heavy load
One time did sit down
Elizabeth and mary jane| i was rolling with some shooters, now i feel like tory lanez| now she thinking that im super, but she aint my louis lane| had to send
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