Lyrics:
to be here, nigga, but we here
I remember nights when there was no one there
I got drugged by a driver and there was no one there
No one cared, shout
Thrown off by decoys who
Dropped the maricon off
My Soviet niggas is ready for the Cold War
Machete you to confetti
And blow your brain to cole slaw
A roll
on
the nightstand and ya slide right out of bed, and the wife says
"stop making so much noise you're waking me up, go to sleep"
well lemmie tell ya
times like that
hungry
Just barely alive
By May the tenth, Richmond had fell
It's a time I remember, oh so well
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were
we were hungry, just barely alive
By May the tenth, Richmond had fell
It's a time I remember, oh so well
The night they drove old Dixie down
were hungry, just barely alive
By May the tenth, Richmond had fell
It's a time I remember, oh so well
The night they drove old Dixie down
give it up for him, y'all
Uh, a- never been as broke as me, I like that
When I was young I had two pair of Lee's, besides that
The pin stripes
headin' home like all the rest
He'll never forget Rosa Lee
Or sleepless nights he fought upon the sea
He'll only have the memories
Or great books by
on babies, and we's eating thems farleys
I don't know where my girl is, oh well, somebody took her
Fixing those strings as she sings mr hooker
Spikey hair my
on your mouth,
And if you somehow make it out,
Call his mum a hooker on the way.
Well today is really not your day.
Try saving all the trees, or free
"A well"
"Oh yeah?"
"Went down ten feet, got a JCB from the road, yeah
'Cause my little one wouldn't reach
Dug it out, after ten or fifteen
They don't want these hands
Hit you with the taijutsu
Like I'm Brock lee
Momma kept me healthy
I eat my broccoli
Kick you up a flying lotus
You know
gonna say
They better not fuck with me
No explanation please
It's Tara Lee
I'm giving you 3rd degree
I'm with that fuckery
Bitch please
I might just
all over your Tim Berners-Lee
Can't stress the urgency
Projecting an increase further degrees
Really hurts to see
Yet think of these in the nurseries
Won't you pull up your sleeve oh Vivian Lee
Won't you pull up your sleeve oh Vivian Lee
Coz we're going down dancing in the ministry
Take your old
on me, kickin like bruce lee
2 niggas, 2 deep, in a 2 seat
Got addicted to dat money, dat blue cheese
Shorty she beggin to chew me
Told her we might a well
fuckin' savage
And if you disagree catch this full metal jacket
All talk but that's really okay though
Wanna settle it lets hop on SAO
Ty lee got me
alone
He buys a pack of beer from Mr. Lee
And waves happily
To the dogs on the road
Going home, he's greeted by Mack and the Boys
Oh the party's great,
Blood on my tee I'm a killer lowkey
Prada is what I'm gettin for free
Get of my line bitch im trynna see
Im kicking his shit call me fuckin bruce lee
I
Bitch says she like me, her nigga wanna fight me, comin' back to tough, we'll keep shootin
Just like Spike Lee, ridin' nigga wave, can get the sauce
was here tonight
Know lee want blood
Fa Bo that's right
I'm wishin well so my quarter right
Dontae died on a play that night
Gave my hitta a perc
Yuh
Pussy boy with his back to the front
Bruce Lee me a bitch, imma punt me a cunt
I'm a ho to the world man
Fuck every one of you
I cannot
the wind and rain
By havin' strength to go against the grain
Well, there's more folks than a few
Who share my point of view
But they're worried
If they're
just ol' Luke, and Luke's waitin' on the Judgement Day
'Well, Luke, my friend, what about young Anna Lee?'
He said, 'Do me a favor, son, woncha stay
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