Lyrics:
to hear
'What do you say, you and me go find ourselves a beer'
And I said
Now, you're talkin' like I'm thinkin
You're readin' my mind that's what I
Mr. Uncle Josh. Would you kindly play me some deep southern blues on that hound-dog guitar there. Ah, now that's what I'm talkin' about. Yeah.
bestseller.
Brother Patrick had been standing, looking lost, near the Aer Lingus
counter. I said hello. We entered into discourse. Are you going to Dublin?
come n get me
Gun came with extension and am itching boy u better hear me
Buss a nigga dome and touch home that’s when I crack da henny
Rappin niggas
get busted
If you know kipsy
You're gonna get busted
If you know kipsy
There are voices on the street
Talkin' much too loud
If you're playing with
riding wit me?
I'm dedicated and motivated
To be underestimated
I hate it i really hate it
Hear click click click, then I gotta reload then you already
a friend i got sauce for two
We was walkin in the rain now we coppin coupes
Call me bob the builder how im pulling out the tool
If you talkin bout some cash
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
to me
Stomp him out in the concrete if he try to cross me
He gon' come and say sorry
Knock is teeth like Crosby
Ah
Fuck you bitch (Pussy boy)
I don't
Ugh yeah, ugh yeah, ugh yeah, fuck you
Talkin' 'bout, if it ain't about me
Bitch
Witty on this beat I mean
Witty going beast I mean
Witty going
’m at the door hear a knock (Knock)
Don’t go no time to pretend (Don’t got no time to pretend)
If you keep talkin’ and playin them games
I put a price on yo head
Steve: ...anyways, he did not deserve to get a bollocking... ...the time, I know why he got a bollocking, because you, you know, you dunno what
your job
But you're gettin' on my nerves, just like Bob
Every time I hit a corner, I see you
Always tellin' brothers what to do
You lock me up cause
heard, but he's seldom seen
His formula's simple and his format's big
“I just play anything, you call and tell me what you dig.”
Now Rex Bob David
talkin' money, I am all in (gang)
Heard you want a line, nigga, fall in (gang, gang)
I just left your bitch and I got all in (bang, bang)
All in (bang,
“Frequencies of Life” lyrics - written and performed by Tyrone (2 Dub Official) Mosby
Life Frequencies
Alright, smooth it out
You know, one thing
race race
Too real can't be fake fake, uh oh hell na
I cannot fix a broken heart not bob the builder
Why? can you answer that, feelings all over
Nigga, you a clown, I can feel it by your gestures
I don't fuck with sideshow bobs, you a jester
No you're not a dog, you're a pet, bruh
Need
Kickin' def tempos that I design
And if you can't hear'em that's such a crime
You better wash your dirty ears with some 409
I always rhyme elite,stay
to compete
Time has gone by and it's become repetitive
Most records I hear are competitive
But it's time to put the ball into swing
And present you with
get away
Runnin around
And as the trucks drive by
You can hear the mother fuckers go "PUNK!"
A couple of lines, an extra thermos of joe
and you know, lookin hard in the video. But, you know. Reality is..it's like I've always told to my husband, it's like, look, you know, we look at Bob
If I say I'ma ride, then they with me
Safety first but the strap is a glizzy
We gon' circle the block and get busy
What you talkin' 'bout? Niggas
When I had dreads you wasn't even there
My shit was long my vision impaired
Who got smoke put one in the air
Fuck on Keisha get top from Blair
I took
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