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And three young girls who cried
The west coast is falling
I see rocks in the sky
The preacher took his bible
And laid it on the stool
He said with
And three young girls who cried
The west coast is falling
I see rocks in the sky
The preacher took his bible
And laid it on the stool
He said with
wanted way back then
I am a man, no one-night-stand
I just can't do it on demand
Need a little more time
I'm just not getting laid on the first date
I am
Polly Ann
Yeah that was his good woman
John Henry threw his hammer over his shoulder and went on home
He laid down to rest his weary back and early next
was Paulie Ann yeah that was his good woman
John Henry threw his hammer over his shoulder and went on home
He laid down to rest his weary back
Mention one of my niggas again
And you'll taste salt
Blood in your mouth, nigga
Dick in your spouse, nigga
Just give me a reason to
Bring them things back
I laid the foundation
I know the corners are square
Cause I built it
Brick by brick
I painted the outside
Shingled the roof
It's a simple layout
With
to help, thank you to all those staff who
Stepped up to the plate, and even rubbed my back for
A minute while I laid, in the aisle and in the bathroom
really matters
Daddy never was the Cadillac kind
He said some things just glitter and shine
He taught us that love was the one thing money couldn't buy
muzishnins' drop by de college to receive an honorary degree!
Thing-fish:
You lyin', boy! dey givin' degrees in 'tater husbandry' back de ol' alma-motta!
Evil
Someone is watching him
This sounds like the kind of thing a kid would say
In a Hollywood movie,
In a Very Serious Voice
But he says it kind of casually
on the Internet
Weirdo niggas in my comments
But we ain't into that
We was in there making it double
And tryna get it back
Bust a thousand traps all in it
And take
Each lazy hour
What a good life
Lying laid back
Like an old railroad bum by the track
What a good life
Living outdoors
Lie in the grass and chew
at the bottom
Didn't panic but I still looked cracked out
Yelled to the homies then I blacked out
Woke up in the back of a tray
On my way, to MLK
That
keep it beautiful and free,
Don't let an egg get laid in it by something you can't see."
"Pray for peace!". he said, you could feel it in the crowd.
Now my throat's full of flies
But I eat it despite
The overload of histamines
It's gonna be kinda tricky
Why don't you try and fix me?
You're
kind of timing guy
Cause you had a knife so you might live life
In return Im gon wipe your wife through the night
Get her high cause she shy so wild put
beef with bread gets tricky
Boujee bitch got her whole back blown
Whole back blown this ain't nuttn like ricky
Tryna double up yh I feel like dig dat
I
a diaper n' he hangs it on a stick
Over his back n' goes headin' on down by the pierside.
He gettin' on down by the pierside,
His manager's down there
we going by middle school
All kind of shit man
It'd be kind of cool
We go by churches too
It's all good yeah
Kick on back
At lunchtime we have some
fired by the gray man
With shaky hand
But not shaky enough to miss
Hit, Lost Boy in back
So-called Friend runs for door
Leaves First Son
fired by the gray man
With shaky hand
But not shaky enough to miss
Hit, Lost Boy in back
So-called Friend runs for door
Leaves First Son
her)
Fine she a dime showin off (I fucked her)
Caught her at the club by the deal for real
Ask to what it is and she let her nigga trill (YEAHRRR)
So long we're waiting on by
Who laid a line?
Say you're like my kind
You loved the times
I sang your loss was mine
Who laid a line?
Say you're
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