Lyrics:
Smoking on tree I got runtz in my lungs
Faced me a L this shit got me numb
Get bread by the loaf you still getting crumbs
Popping more shit than a hoe
they home and I'm still trynna do the best I can
Her mother cut me free said show them why I'm chose again
They lost the tree and bout three
Furious
of you, old but also new, to deny it is a crime against
the gods
Thence come the maidens
Mighty in wisdom
Three from the dwelling
Down 'neath the tree
Urth
All I want for Christmas, shiny keys to a limousine
Methylamine, Louis V, all of that under the tree
Fillin' up my stocking, bitch I got the Glock, 3
that's Lovin3D
You can revere me hear me out I'm telling you clean
You'll never tear me down these tears are clearing the screen
Where there is death
the dirty stop-outs from Easton up to Knowl
I got the blues:
The cider blues:
On Thursday morning you find him standing by the door
By 3 o'clock he's down
A iPhone
Higher than the Eiffel
Packing heat like A rifle
Break it down, it's the time bro
4:20 be the time
This tree I'm bout to grind
Every week of my
Wind passing by
Those seagulls that just drew a line
In front of traffic light
Where I thought nobody checked it twice
Kaf closed at four
When I
and desperate they committed a unthinkable sin
The daughters got their father drunk, laid down with him one by one
And nine months later they both bore their own
[8B] We some presidential players, with money by the layers
[8B] Ain't nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
[TS] I won't stop rappin, I
think about our first kiss by the tree
That feeling you wanted, you feel it with me
I fell in love with you, no in between
Woke up, you were in my dreams
stops to climb a tree
And they all go marching down to the ground
To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The ants go marching four by four,
of what you make so far)
But I'm not having it, I load the SLR
Pack the ganja boom They break down the door
Pop-pop T'ree shots, exchanged at close range
fye
I'm too fye
The way I get down on designer I'm too fye
I'm too fye
I'm too fye
The way I get down on designer I'm too fye
I got power to love
When
Crusing down 20 blowing pressure doly
Look at the time and is 3 on my rollie
A zip of gas on me and i just rolled me a stogie
Khalifa papers on me
Right back at cha!
Uh, 3 Times!
Let these fools know they fuckin' wit' Mobb Life!
You know, BA, Mr Kamakazie
Keek Da Sneak, Sneaky One
Ager Man,
does
But you don't work here anymore
It's just a vacant 3 by 4
And they might fill your place
A temporary stand-in for your face
This happens all
विकराल वीरभद्र यम के स्वामी दक्ष काल हैं
Shiva Is Surrounded By The Fragrance Of Flowers Of The Kadamba Tree.
The Lord Of Dance, The Leader Of Arts, Is
three
Who's the one who stands by me
Hey Hey, you and me
Come on come on, and the devil makes three
Scream, little coozie, here we go
I am your lover,
comin' or goin'!
Dead nazi by the side of the road.
Dead nazi by the side of the road.
Dead nazi by the side of the road.
Lyin' face down where the grass
one.
so he threw an apple as far as he could
and while the wolf went to get it,
the little pig climbed down the tree and ran home.
Early the next morning
winters comin
Call me a heathen
I’m gonna summon A demon
Of tree man
You’ll think the spirits evil
Got me wobbled but I’m a weeble
I don’t fall down
Your
I can break the weed down
I can burn a tree down I can roll up
If I tell you I'm going to be there
Baby I'm going to show up
You got that right like
Written by ben shepherd
I woke up in a burning house
I was nailed down to the floor
I looked outside my window
And there is going to be a July snow
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