Lyrics:
'm a walkin' paradox
I slay when it comes to savin' lives
I'll raise you guys up like
A Josh Groban soundtrack
Pocket full of Orbs, roll with me
You'll always
Woke up on Monday to the news that Peaches was dead
Like most everyone, I thought about Bob and how he'd lose his head
You wonder how many times
Tom Joad
Then Tom said "Ma, whenever ya seen a cop beatin' a guy
Wherever a hungry new born baby cries
Wherever there's a fight against the blood
around
Let's put the track aside
I fuck with Classified
Big balls, she suck my dick she gonna move the sack aside
Don't fuck with rappin guys
That toast'll
know we can't spend no time
I ain't that typa guy
And I hate missing shìt
Gotta get back outside
Bro just pulled up with a bottle
I got back in time
Feds
a list of male actors who I thought were the hottest
It would be Mark Wahlberg, Chris Pratt, Nick Jonas, and Tom Holland
My mom says that when you call
KING PALUTA - SONGS OF THE LEGENDS
Prod. by King Paluta | Mixed by Apya
INTRO
Yehh!
Songs of the legends ""Legendary""
I am KING PALUTA.
Awch!
shit out
And I'm building glocks
Sum like Bob the Builder
All these bitches came with the aimbot
Sum like Tom Brady, niggas sendin dots
Geeked off
Heaven
Heaven knows that I've made my mistakes
That God, what a guy as I say my grace
Who would of thought by making birds migrate
For the winter I be
was their guy
"Nope, I was home, Bob-O?" "That's right" Their alibi
Day, Doe, Derry Derry Doe De Do Do Day Day Doe
Doe, Dee, Derry Derry Doe Dee Doe
on.
My heart is armored,
I'm haunted by big booty women,
With tights on,
I love it when they do me,
Especially with the lights on,
Pretty Trini
drunk bastard
Here, take your keys, go boozin' up Gratiot
I hate you guys, you ain't my friends
Look what you just did to my mom's eight by tens
Now
'm surrounded by paper chasers, money makers, and cappers
Two Benzes and Tom Ford, I spray, let me get this pay today
Used to rock J's, but now I'm Yve Saint
isn't an insult and a deed that I could never be insulted by Him, adding a well placed
And accredited quotation by Tom Waits in French no less, much
A-a-alright
A-a-alright
A-a-alright
A-a-alright
Tom Petty's gone
And I'm long gone, and
How am I gonna make amends
With myself for never
At least I'm not that schmucky
But will this whole massacre just pass me by?
Yeah, I should be so lucky
I'm the guy who dies in the first reel of the film
In
I've done mine
Sometimes there come times that combine and compress
These dumb rhymes in two lines by design
A default subliminal symbolism designed by
listen to the gossip while i'm pickin' thru your pocket
By the time you find you lost it, already made depsoit
Buzzards and ticks and vultures who don't
spit shit subliminal
Slang therapist, my whole style is criminal
Bugged like Bob Digital, fly visual
Mind body and soul, I'm a strong individual
Come
Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
(lots of varied conversation to the end, at least one mention of Bob Marley)
a reservation, best accommodations
We get the word, they never heard
We were comin' by at all
See what they can do for me
Only got one room free
Little bit
it)
No-no, no regrets, ah
Say hi to the bad guy, say ahhh to the champagne
Got a call from my jail niggas, said I'm doing my damn thing
(Woo!) They see
an airline 'cause easily I'm that high
Fist full of money mix some green in with your black eye
Greedy like a fat guy, I eat a nigga franchise
I beat him by
Started from nothing so I feel like I'm that guy for real
Can't quit my hustle that ain't something that the guys'll feel
Losing everyone so quick
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