Lyrics:
the park and 106 (holla)
Next...Her name is Ra'nette (ghetto chic)
she lives on the west side i hit the L.A.X (ok)
I'm so impressed by the way that she dress
I heard the bridge was smoking on chic
Fuck it we smoking UE
I better duck when I run into who
You better duck when you run into me
Im with the tres
Mike was
Black gloves, white socks
Leather jacket with the zips, my gosh
All the freaks so chic
Stepping out, living large like party animals
And we get
Feeling tall and chic (so chic)
But when I try to speak
The words they choke my intention
But you're hard to love
Crying on the phone you're all cut
the fucking champ, I can't fail at this (woo-woo)
Money dance, by the million bands, I got hella grip (durr)
Hella chips with a lot of chics coming by
you need to run and go get your frigity-friends
I'm looking at your bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity mack's bickity back, don't act wickity-wack
different from them other dudes
I've tried so hard to hold on with you
Yep by a minute I played a fool
I even let you sleep by with a lie or two
See I was
hula hoop? I'ma jump on like this
See the junk in the trunk? I had to bag her right quick
Feel like magic, all together, all together by six
Oh my
south, thank God
Is still the same well, my Boston girl
She's read in the New York Times
That it was very chic now
To speak southern lines
Though she
ain't even gotta watch for police
It's legal now, they allow us to grow trees
My hotel suite describe the definition of chic
Tryin' not to ash
the rest is history
You're all alone in the freezing cold
By the underground
Your hands are numb and you're feeling dumb
Cos you been let down
You thought
The old bums sat around by a fire, spoon and match
While the rain played its music on their tar paper shacks
I been waitin' on a ticket to ride
bum di di bum
What goes on is all too boo
I Love it
He is rising
It's upon hypnotizing
I'm guided by the light
and I loose my way
My Heart is beating
come from?
Do they fall from the moon?
Or fly out from the sun?
Are they dropped by the stork?
Do they pop out your bum?
Mommy, mommy, mommy
pins
Know my ends, ain't on my side, they don't know ties
I ain't dumb know this bum go sit on both sides
Beat go hard, made by me, not from southside
you're just another boring bi-sexual
I met Andy Warhol at a really chic party
Blow it out your hairdo 'cause you work at Hardees
80 pounds of make up
biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
[ Both ]
Healin' hands on the blind and the blind could see I said hallelujah the blind could see
Healin' hands on the bum and the bum was free I
z modelką w pałacu
Który na Teneryfie by stał
Byłbym na wiecznym kacu
I z teneryfskich kibli wyjadałbym kał
Gdybym wygrał na życia loterii
To bym
matni
Nie pierwszy i nie ostatni taki
Młodzi żyją jak żmije syczą nie jeden więc zabije
Urwany z smyczą by płakać skazany pod pryczą
Odgrywać cwela po
Goodbye you bums, we making Dubai numbers
Pass customs we some passport gluttons
With the cheat codes while these dudes mash more buttons
Switch
Boody so round she Loco
Hand cuffed her like popo
Bring me ice (She fire)
Big Bum (Multipler)
Big cave, she be winking on me
I let he ass Bikini
I can't trust a bum nigga don't shake my hand
Don't get it twisted, got no stick, but you'll meet your end
Gotta make mamma proud she ain't got no
With the thang
If it's about my chips
Yeah yea
I remember was a bum
Use to wear the same clothes
No money
Use to count my fits
Yea yea
Niggas really use
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