Lyrics:
much they care
Even (Rob Thomas?) is a big teddy bear.
These songs all go by different names
But their point's the same.
Every rose has it's thorn
Just
Oh yeah!
In France, a skinny man died of a big disease with a little name
By chance his girlfriend came across a needle and soon she did the same
It's Jude
Got a little bit of soul food for you guys
Haha
Yeah
Let's go
Chilling by the fire reading stories of old
Reminiscing all of life thinking
handle your B.I.
Dirty South y'all, handle B.I.
Up top y'all, handle your B.I.
Now make way for a sister little feisty foul mouth
Say what's that all
interact, I'm so antisocial
If you go jail she ain’t
Waiting on your phone call
I got my little sister
Every week she sent me postals
Nah this VVS anytime I
Sisters, brothers, cousins grandparents, uncles and aunts, even the runts
Alright OD I think you've taken it a little too far now
Shit, not far enough they'd
my mom
So I hit his little sister
Left me with my granny
Had me listening to The Whispers
Crills on my cheek where my
Aunty used to kiss us
Now I'm
"life," and the will for you to use me
As a big brother, maybe another father figure with seven figures
By rhyming words with the rhythm rhythm, make
you learned your lesson, you bitches don't got big cash
You bitches don't got a band, your cash app is giving dry
You bitches don't need to die, I know
drippin' in my Michael Jays
Epa by the water, there's a small city
Convicted killers, Drug dealers and prostitutes
Some work some boost, birds chirp like
nigga
This is a mess, I ain't inferior nigga
Bruh he stepped to me cleanly
And he cuffed by the neck and he beat me
I shrug about it now
It's
his little girl
Yeah I still feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be
But don't forget to remember me
Tonight I find myself kneelin' by the bed
you think she's that one in the world
You heart gets stolen by some mousey little girl
And then you know you'd better make up your mind...
do not be what it seem
These niggas fucking make believe I'm in competition with myself
N I kno what it takes to be
Just have a little faith in me
I
evicted so its crunch time
See me and my little sister earning free brick cheese in the lunch line
Now I'm running from one time under the sunshine
With one
(x 4)
Opportunity may knock on my door
well, your damn sure my ship ain't sitting by the shore
there's a big bright world out there for me
to not turn
wan take control o
Yo a little advice to you my sister
I know you love and trust your mister
But your best friend is asking you to gist her
Cos she
Welcome to the big show
The twisting of tendons, the pulling of strings
And I look down in my right hand
And I'm gripping tightly the end of my
load
Just a little brother telling his big sister that he's so proud
And I can't wait for your wedding day
To see you smiling, oh, that look on your
turns to summer
You'll grow so fast and so big then I'll wonder
How did time go by and then I'll tell ya
About this song that I wrote and then I'll show
pop duke
And my handicapped brothers and sisters, and we had no loot
That's when the Feds came by
And surrounded the house
They had automatic
finds that then mum's flush it
Now I owe the big man Ps
And I gotta go country for nothing
I know the road ting well
I been who I see all these
these niggas never notice it
I don't take long to decide
I just go for it
I am not controlled by my pride, that's my approach to it
Put my whole hood in
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