Lyrics:
bit me
I had the fever with each passing year
Oh, even if the mountain tumbles
If this whole world crumbles
By her side I'll still be standing there
bit me
I had the fever with each passing year
Oh, even if the mountain tumbles
If this whole world crumbles
By her side I'll still be standing there
bit me
I had the fever with each passing year
Oh, even if the mountain tumbles
If this whole world crumbles
By her side I'll still be standing there
bit me
I had the fever with each passing year
Oh, even if the mountain tumbles
If this whole world crumbles
By her side I'll still be standing there
[Chorus](Slug)
You don't know me but you'd like to
Why'd you think I stood beside you?
Not concerned with how this might fall
Nature become prowl
And this blunt is for Ms. Valle and by the way we spill that liquor out
Sir I need a order of sum blues and you can keep the clout
It was hard it’s
(Igh!)
Kicked off my shoes, tripped acid in the rain
Wore my jacket as a cape, and my umbrella as a cane
The richest man rocks the snatch-less
watch
Niggas round me seen the envy in them turn them into opps
Still been missing mama, lately still been sipping wock
Scriptures I been reading ain't
wildiyana, she a baddieyana
Double C designer when we taught her Prada
Oh you rock that Balenciaga
Uh, fly lil mama I'm tryna get inside her
I'm tryna
hittin' any hoes
You ain't been outside the States, (stop playin')
So ya name ain't holdin' any weight
Ya baby mama was a stray
She love the way I paint
I kill at will, so guard your grill like naughty
Niggas call me Jeffrey Dahmer, why
I'm quick to bomb a crew
So fuck your armor, 'cause I cause mad
selling all my Ritalin
Mare makes eggs
Then she gets down to business
By 3 she's comatose
Dark den
Snowy television
So I'm learning Cherub Rock
Hey single ladies, I know you like to party
Girl come and kick it with me
Calling all single ladies here tonight
Let's get it started, whoa, let's
Hey single ladies, I know you like to party
Girl come and kick it with me
Calling all single ladies here tonight
Let's get it started, whoa, let's
You know we could have had a daughter
And we could have named her Anna
And she would have been a sweetheart
But with punk rock manners
Could have
fever on a Saturday night.
[Chorus by Admoney]
Come on!
It's a Saturday night
Come On!
It's a Saturday Night
Come on!
It's a Saturday night
So bring your
They holler triple beams
But we need that beam that Scotty did
We see a lot of shit
Rocks like geologist
My mama went
Thank God that he got to be in
stacks
Finally happy
Where im at
So dont hit me with nun of that
Just got out a relationship
I was fine with that
Took about a month
Just to hit me back
Hey little mama
Tell me what you're doing
Where is your child?
Lay down your spoon
Hey little papa
There is no power in your knife
Don't be
What absurd strategy is this?
Send down a handful of warriors
Let’s see if their blood is
The same color as ours
Watch me appear on the field
My
Elvis
There's a man in New Orleans
Who plays rock and roll he's a guitar man
With a great big soul he lays down a beat
Like a ton of coal
He goes by
her nails done She blowin by da bar she throwin thousand ones She rock da stunna shades she a stunna man Oh she see a stunna man yea im da man Now brush
up with that Blanc Sauvignon
Keep it up Imitated duplicated by none
You bet yo ass I'mma better mentor for your only son
Haberdashous Roll the Film
in alley
You know
lost soul stuck on the block
Heart cold
My stock grows
When water open the potholes
Strait venting
Yea you know I gotta get my mama
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