Lyrics:
Quiet! Mr. Stackolot's finna go crazy
You made her say that?
What?
I said "You made her say that?"
Nah, she said that by herself
For real?
No
Cous',
at the calendar
Designated driver
But I'm sittin' in the passenger
Stackin' up our bread
We just watch the numbers addin' up
I ain't gon' front, we gone
Need
hundred tonnes of steel,
Chartered by the Rotoract, Captain at the wheel.
Chorus
Tug Lyttelton heading round the bay,Tug Lyttelton hear me when I
the passenger as night came
In boredom flighty fingers grazed the boxes side length
Miscellaneous tokens Mrs. Dotson thought her life gave
Dice game survivalists,
lugz
I want the necky, I'm cool on the hugs
Niggas is motionless, ain't got no buzz
When im in the A feel like Mr. Rugs
I try to be sober, I miss
on a shirt
(I'm just playing come cop this Hunnit Up tho, aye)
I miss my nigga, why they have to put him in the dirt?
Yinny sipping on that same shit Mrs
never had money
And my momma was struggling paying the bills by herself yea the shit wasn't funny
現在我給她買她要的一切 I had to turn nothing to something
Now I'm
take up
Fighter jet fly, I'm a first responder
Tired of sitting by with my thirst and hunger
Mr Clean crime scenes like a spray
Like a fence, I just
Derozan
I'm good in every section that I touch I keep these niggas pressured up
Got done trife by some bitches a lot of shit that I can't trust
These niggas
Written by: James Ray, Montay Shine
West coast, East coast, Dirty south,
it back to basics,
Changing faces, ain't no place for me to go,
Years go by, cause time ain't slow,
Tears are vapour when I can't flow
Thinking
Closing all services
Catch it, then lose it, then get it again
Bible says plague and this made by a man
Bringing a war to your mind
They controlling your
that special chord
One can only release by screaming with the power that is yours
Vigor of Captain Planet, save the home that you adore
That pollution is
into my zone
Got Mr. Sosa behind the keys hitting c-notes and I don't mean on pianos
I'm talking Parmesan, cheddar, ching!
It's a lotta frauds who wanna
the gas going fast Porsche carrarra by the ocean
Bad bitch in the passenger seat shawty came from London
Hold up
Bentley truck roll up
Sauce dripping
Call me by my name
And in that time of prayer and waiting
Where doubt and reason dwell
A jury sat deliberating
All is lost
Or all is well
Home,
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
Ha ha, ah yeah
Got it going on like a big old fat high hard-on, yeah (hoo-wee)
Black Sheep in the house
Sweet daddy Mr. Lawnge in the house
My
say, disk and dat, disk and dat
And Mr. Engineer make sure me track comes out fat
Me say, disk and dat, disk and dat
And Mr. Engineer make sure me
be ridin' shot gun escort your window broke out son
A cool breeze got my lips chap, mornin' slap some
Soul in my bread basket gap contain "x" marks
house
Could easily crack a mortal, it
The spare room is fine
Though a little haunted
By Mr. Reagan who had hung himself at number 13
Mr. Reagan
house
Could easily crack a mortal, it
The spare room is fine
Though a little haunted
By Mr. Reagan who had hung himself at number 13
Mr. Reagan
house
Could easily crack a mortal, it
The spare room is fine
Though a little haunted
By Mr. Reagan who had hung himself at number 13
Mr. Reagan
The willows turn to blood might of worked
Sip a little, litter it, love it
Without big beetles trying to sell him
Sunflower seeds by the bucket might of
Tugboat
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