Lyrics:
night
They were aided in their evil work by those maniac drummers
And it wasn't a pleasant sight to look out the window
And see eight hefty
streets
Threw the boy alley hoopin', now he ridin' on fleek (ooh)
Got a porch lightskin and the ceilin' got peeled
I was twenty-plus young when this shit
Thousand horsepower, my demon is fast (skrrt)
Young nigga shit with another nigga bitch (hey)
Dumb little jit, I was slanging the stick
Aim at a bitch,
Way back when I was just a little bitty boy
Living in a box under the stairs
In the corner of the basement of the house
Half a block down
arrogant
That money was staggering
They locked me PC with them trannies and rat
Man that shit was embarrassing
Twenty three hours in the cell by myself
Man
sailin'
The way I bring it to ya, hon
Leave another stuck my scoop is how I get it done
There goes the little drummer boy, so purump papumpum
It's Grand
Yeah, yeah
Haha
Rise to your feet little soldier
Times are changing, yeah
See in order to get it
You got to go out there and get it
You got
swing by for the stress, she a thot too
Let her roll that up, she can roll that
Twenty on ten, got the gas on me
Stay woke, never catch no Z's
I'm a never
have a strategy or you could be a statistic
Little boy dies, he's just one of the mystic
And mama steady cryin', 'cause she really the victim (Jesus)
have a strategy or you could be a statistic
Little boy dies, he's just one of the mystic
And mama steady cryin', 'cause she really the victim (Jesus)
boy, toy, not a Matchbox
Jealous hoes try to key it up, with scratch marks
That's the price you pay, when you park after dark
Narc's try to search her,
And she was blinded by the light
Oh cut loose like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
And she was blinded by the light
Oh
Dogoke
Lyrics by Sofiya Nzau
Verse 1:
Dikairìtu gakanitha diedaga tuundü twikuo
( I am a church girl i don't like trendy things)
Is it okay
If I think about gay
A priest touched me (Touched by a priest)
It's that little priest (Touched by a priest)
Little Priest Boy (I think I'm
a tragedy (Lord)
And you better have a strategy or you could be a statistic
Little boy dies, he's just one of the mystic
And mama steady crying, 'cause she
a tragedy (Lord)
And you better have a strategy or you could be a statistic
Little boy dies, he's just one of the mystic
And mama steady crying, 'cause she
Baby girl, what do you want with a boy like me?
You don't waste time with nobodies
On my mama, why you come by me? Yeah
I said, baby girl, daddy's
than Jesus
Revelations 3:20, while I'm spittin' blasphemin'
Lyrics, pardon my schemin' I'm just consumed by the seven
Let the hate flow like Sith, ripped
than Jesus
Revelations 3:20, while I'm spittin' blasphemin'
Lyrics, pardon my schemin' I'm just consumed by the seven
Let the hate flow like Sith, ripped
there may be some moves, that you haven't even seen yet
Boy:
No way, Jose!
Girl:
Well, I got a new step for you-
Made it up all by myself.
I
the crowd
It's a cloud when they catch ya
If you allow the pressure of
The sound to carress ya
Drummers huddle and struggle to snuggle by the heat
Bodies look
like Brek if any might step
I've got the whole game tryna bury my rep
I'm ahead by much more than twenty-nine steps
Still got more than you ain't got any
where boys got a little more pride
That's why all your friends dippin' to Atlanta, payin' just to find a tour guide
Abel, run your fuckin' bread, need
the sticks
Coulda been drummer… still is a drummer
100 round summer. Moms really wonder where did the son get the hunger?
To drill all these bodies to drain
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