Lyrics:
to cry and bury
I got a gun collection and a library
I don't believe in illegal and legal
It's good versus evil
Power to the people
They put something
able to buy 4 new whips every year,
And leave the TV runnin' dog while I ain't here,
I ain't gotta worry bout the bills cause the money there,
I
of the game
But you the dickhead getting jerked off
My gun getting hotter than yardi food with jerk sauce
He ain't a good man why he shop at Bergdorf?
Kid
Might feel alone sometimes
But Ya promises say You are good
Even when I lost my way
You brought me back to tell my story yea
Might feel alone
Y'all know what this is
D-Block
Oh yeah by the way
This is the remix
Who!
You can kiss your ass good-bye
D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block
La
it
For The Fame
But you gon' know my name
I ain't in it for the change
I like big bills
By dead presidents
Pianos play on the key of life
As I dabble
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
a pint
Of that good ole mountain dew
Well my ole aunt Jill bought some brand new perfume
It had such a sweet smellin' pew
But to her surprise when she had
the thing
That's what's hard
To be the kind of Bard
That would like to sing the nice thing
I'd prefer to sing the nice thing
Yes I would
That'd be good
Yes I
I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a gin shot too, but what cares I for praise ?
I
I deserve to play, it's been a few days, ain't showed it all
I go outside and breathe, roll down my sleeves and have a ball
Still got these bills
don't read the news paper or the comments that you're making
I'm just happy here chilling by myself
I gotta lean back pick a movie from the shelf
I might
new wave rap
He's a little punk rock
Besides all thanks to you
They both simmered
Ina good stock
We'll raise these stakes
And sweeten the pot
said he heard the angels singing, "Cabin on the Hill"
Through the springtime he was groaning
"The good times are past and gone"
By the summer she was
Wide body, takin' that shit to a 103
Presidential pussy, I got it runnin' for me
And when you lookin' that good, everything just comin' for free, for
need the W by any means, yadada
Yadada mean, tell that lil' bitch that I'm outta her league
Enough is enough, and I think I'm allergic to suckers
You
good, they coming back around
Switching up like the weather
Bought a new Louis bag made of leather
Monogram on the bag, Lot of hoes on the gram
If I don't
Bitches ain't worth it and I'll say it twice
Me we fuck your agenda
We building pyramids you jenga
Nephew's amused by views and like
Could be bad news dude
Darth Vader
Pull up to your crib, nigga, like a good neighbor
Pay the bill, leave a tip for the waiter
Oh you got me? I'll pay you later (Sike!)
What's
weed and sipping kool-aid
I miss the good days
Kicking with the homies never stressing
Paying bills or how to get paid
Every corner turned theres
good, then Queens won't look good
But since our sounds are universal, New York won't look good
Picture Phife losing a battle, come on, get off it
Put
Yeah U they ain't U
Quite a few bless U
Girl you gotta going on why they hate you
I hate to say the L word but I mmmh you
Baby like when the bills
And Everybody in the Ultra 85
Goddamn it feel good to be alive
And all these bitches that I passed up
Couldn't fuck witcha 'cause your hair was too gassed up
She said, "New Orleans," it's a mic check
Don't try to kiss after you swallow, I don't like that (huh)
But you look good when you throw it back on me
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