Lyrics:
try stealin' my style and that,
But they're pissed it ain't goin' down like that
My steeze is way too mad
Try stealin' My style, get my style right
"Lee," the sargeant said to me, "acting on my discretion
It is my solemn duty to arrest you on suspicion"
They put me in a carriage, I was driven
the common
Just to watch them talk
Take Philip Schuyler: the man is loaded
Uh-oh, but little does he know that
His daughters, Peggy, Angelica, Eliza
Sneak into
that,long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud,chilling
My Annabel lee,
So that her high,born kinsmen came
And bore her away from
fine ass
I was blinded by bomb sex
Shorty got that Iraq
Woulda went to war for that
Kick it like we Jet Lee Jet Lee Jet lee
Pocket full of money money
versions by Peggy Lee (# 2), Bing Crosby
(#14), and Burl Ives (# 21) were all charted as just "Riders In the Sky"
Later, The Ramrods took it to # 30 in
and have fun, fun, fun.
I've got style, tearing through the curves;
Let my flag wave proudly to the people that I serve.
I'm number one, and I will always
styles is hype off the top
Pardon me but stop the beat-box
Cause yo I got beats son
(Aw word?) (Aight) My bad, I didn't mean to kill that shit. (That
the Brazos, I courted my dear
I la lie lee lee lee give me your hand
I la lie lee lee lee give me your hand
I la lie lee lee lee give me your hand
There's
(You think you know me)
Like NASCAR (check)
Nigga, you better not got there (style)
But you better get your mind right
'Fore I leave that shit
cage
I'm just tryna see you
Sitting on my face
Goth mommy strappy
It's time for peggies
And I'm hoping
That she'll eventually
Murder me in my sleep
Cut
Prospect Bay - by Sam Baardman
The boulders on the seashore reminded me of home
The hay bales on the prairie are like the rocks of Peggy's Cove
I
Isabel
I will never leave your memory behind,
Isabel You've been on my mind
Heard a song by Peggy Lee today what a voice is what you'd always say
slip with tounge twister
All my styles that's buckwild
No fake rap, I push pounds
I flip mad scripts and hips, I hit
So bring the goya oh boy-ah, as I
Steady switchin' it up
On you cock riding toys
That be lickin' the nuts
And my styles derived from older G's
That lived it enough
To pass the Skill
the breath of times fate
And God only knows what kept Peggy straight
'Cause in the very next year my aunt Dorothy was the late
More beautiful than
swore he threw eight
Stagger Lee told Billy I can't let you go with that
You took all my money and my brand new Stetson hat
Stagger Lee he turned around
(With Peggy Lee)
(PL) If you were to ask me who the sweetest one I knew was
I'd say you was
(DM) If you were to ask me who my favorite point
(With Peggy Lee)
(PL) If you were to ask me who the sweetest one I knew was
I'd say you was
(DM) If you were to ask me who my favorite point
if that's what you wanna do
Yes, I will try to find a compromise
We could sell seashells by the seashore with Sally Lee, Sally Lee
Read by candlelight,
against a lady
Who shows him that he ain't got it all together.
His name is Rev. Doctor Lee
Rev. Lee, he went to the water,
And he prayed to the lord
nothing
Dangerous, methamphetamine buzzin'
Crazy enough to marry my first cousin
Touched by the devil, paranoid hellraiser
Fuck Chuck Berry, I'm the real
Gotta take the crack out the oven
Always keep a piece, that's the truth
Gold up on my tooth
I just pulled up with the .22, hiding meth in my shoe
Peggy
I want to spend my life with you
That's why I want to spend my life with you
Geneviève wears Hermès
Annabelle wears Arpège
Betty Lee wears
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