Lyrics:
He was born on the banks of the River,
Where the water flowed brown to the sea.
It flowed fast like the beer and the money,
That brought his Father
This song was inspired, by all the important women in my life
My motha, my sista
And I'd like to dedicate it, to all y'all
[Chorus]
Just keep holdin
see a man's blood on my Clarks
(Baow) make the ting come in two by two like
When the animals all stepped in the Ark
(Haha)
Double 8's tryna do Formula
wet, got it goin like a turbo vette
I'm tired of magazines
Saying flat butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack
Ali Trop, aye
(It's Niko in your speakers)
(Just think about it like)
I'm so sick and tired of all these rap niggas
All these demons shake my
This is Ned. He's my severed head. He just flew in from Saskatoon.
He likes huffing airplane glue, walks on the beach and Debbie Boone
I do not like
After I taken soul from his carcass
This power in my words, just watch how it go extortion
Every bone in my body, by any means, is a fortress
She obsessed
Crying rain clouds for him,
Its crazy, he can't see what he's done,
Its always my fault,
He punched holes into the drywall.
Was damaged goods by
Everybody sit back cause Mama Mia's gotta story to tell ya
And it goes a little something like this...
[Verse 1 with O'Dell & T.C. singing in background]
Now
you tell me I'm the only thing you care about
That I'm your everything
Told her we could settle down and get a house right by the lake
If you just make
love his sister, but
He is not a Lannister
Boy's name is Corrigan
Also goes by Mark
Awkward is his mark
Won't catch him with a cardigan
Carrying with
Man fuck the jakes ain't nobody gon stop us
Oppa stoppa top shotta niggas lacking
Hoe ass nigga got hit off the map
Ion go like a hoe no cap
Just mad
Hope you know the feeling,lighting colos with a candle
Pray for Mercy on the devilish things I handle
Just wan dey my zone counting currencies in passus
in his head, man, they found him in his house
Laid flat up on his couch, blood everywhere"
Man, where the fuck his wife? "I don't know, she ain't there
the ad-lib that we live by
Henny bless the ground everytime I see a friend die
We just soldiers living by the pens dye
Actors playing dress up
Everytime a pen
an overwhelming sound fills my head
I’m deafened by alarms
I’m crying in west Plano
You’re laughing in Toronto
I’m sobbing in the sewers
You’re giving him full body
You niggas is thinking too small
Bitch I'm thinking tall
I get to that Paper
Y'all hustle's is lazy
What took you some years
I just did in 10 days
licks and we like to tote poles
I'll smoke a opp like it's nothing I keep me a gat cock it back and I let that bitch roll
If you ain't talking bout money
pride. Just stay on ya feet
The harder you work the harder to please
The smarter the work, the less hard it be
Work ain't defined by 9 to 5 and sleep
I'm doing the running man
Brown skin bae so exotic kissed
By the sun I can't tell if it's sun tan
So many shots they couldn't tell I was one man
I got
her call the previous weekend
And frankly, I'm still feeling like a demon
From codeine overdose, she’s permanently comatose
Since that day my sisters
laugh
Who's on what?
Comments aren't tough, G
If you're bad then come and start something
Kick him up, don't give a fuck who's watching
Now I'm
Gasps she just could not suppress
After lights-out midst the dead
And a past on which sin cast its darts of wickedness
Time was running faster for
that niggas January (chea)
Chad West
[Verse One: Young Chris]
Yo; Ayo Momma workin hard Big brother on the run lil sista cuttin up man shit just
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