Lyrics:
Kill Bill Two
These little ticks of mine
I'm turning blue
I'm in the trunk of somebody's
Jacked up lavender Subaru
I know that birds aren't birds
to be
Runnin' this rap shit, it's WHMG
I wish a nigga would say hood in
The presence of a nigga that
Just don't give a fuck, you better level up
(Flash
and the players of the world
She's an all Acadian, northern lady
An real Canadian girl
She's from the miramichi by the old Atlantic sea
But like the rolling
up
Hunnit bands from the safe in your face, what'd you say?
Money dance, turn this shit into a nightclub
Ayy, yeah, fuck with me and get some
Litty all up in yo face yea
Better stay in yo place yea
Champagne by the case yea
Betchu that he wanna taste yea
Keepingg my foot on the peddle
I don't
They say it started in the East where the apple was
But out West we be throwing them apples up
They say them Fruit Town niggas gon' ride tonight
They
Ford
I don't put no trust in men, I put it all up in my lord
Lotta people are top guns but fall by the sword
All you boys is bluffing like kings
Don't be surprised, look in the sky, yeah we finna fly
I got a suit, I got a tie, now I'm finna slide
Do a drive by, in the new ride, that shit apple
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
I got a feelin nigga wit it ? and my money be da root.
Look up at da stars, she like "Honey where da roof?"
Pull up in a Dawes ?, canaries ? dey go
This that 420 Anthem
Rollin' weed up by the handful
If you smokin' at my spot
I need to know if you can handle
'Cause we smoke it by the quarter
This that 420 Anthem
Rollin' weed up by the handful
If you smokin' at my spot
I need to know if you can handle
'Cause we smoke it by the quarter
the race
Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky
It was burning
Smoke on the water
Down to the ground, it was
You know
We ended up at the Grand
spit until my bones are dust, batter up
It's not a craze, It's not a phase
It's not a blog, It's not a page
It's not a app in fact ah fuck it
I know it
but I can teach you how to dougie!
I step up in da club and all these bitches bug me
Only nigga dancin', none of them know me
I hear this crowd
written by rookies working Montreal Expos
I don't care if you act wild, bring your raps to the studio
I'm a get in your booty, yo
I'm a set up a bag
Or the sound of the wind? Younger was astounded, the thoughts that were inspired by Olders question excited Younger so much he couldn’t sit. He jumped up, pacing
the Atlantic
I don't want this shit I demand it
Look life goes by
I ignore it just get high
Damn I'm fried
But that don't mean I don't try
Premonitions in my
forgive me for all the things I feel I gotta do
Don’t wanna see you iv’d Up in ICU
Stress the strongest disease
So think about my granny with ease
I see
takes root
Choked give the
Chair a boot
But the dark is holding me up
It's keeping my neck just above
Whispers in my ear "You ain't done"
Just let
The leaves' red on the ground
Wrapped by the clouds
And a quiet rain falling in slow motion
Because I get that emotion
It seems to compensate
All
I don't understand this place
My heart is in the race
And my minds in some space
Where you and I are not the same
Rose up out the ashes
From a place
God gonna save me
Trying to find my emotion is like trying to find Atlantis in the Atlantic Ocean
I've been going and growing but I haven't found a home
rocking along and jamming out
Some relief for the fires came that night in the form of pouring rain
The sound woke me up in that night, the sky looked just
.jpg/310px-Ringo_Starr_and_all_his_band_(8470843180).jpg "Ringo Starr & His All Starr Band")
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