Lyrics:
sixteenth
At the Sydney's Haymarket rooftop
Alone by myself, head down, weeping into
Deep, dark thoughts
For a young kid who started life in a foreign country
I was slapped by the shut-out mouth
Let my put a curse to myself in the verse of the song
I will lost all my wealth I will no longer be strong
I don't
Diver, ho, ho, yeah, Sukey Tawdry
Ooh, Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown
Oh, the line forms on the right, babe
Now that Macky's back in town
I said
Boy jeans you're wearin?)
Hell nah hoe, you know they Polo's
I been used again, accused again, this time
been wrong to chop somethin done by one
To players near and far
To bring their instruments and songs and tunes
And play them in the bar
Now the old piano
Stands silent by the wall
All the stools are
lil' bitch I hit a week ago
' keep talkin' bout your she miss me She felt the 30 through my pants
I told her, fye right by my jimmy,yeah
Twin dropped
Diver, ho, ho, yeah, Sukey Tawdry
Ooh, Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown
Oh, the line forms on the right, babe
Now that Macky's back in town
I said
Diver, ho, ho, yeah, Sukey Tawdry
Ooh, Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown
Oh, the line forms on the right, babe
Now that Macky's back in town
I said
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh, your boy is back
(Sexy sexy) I know y'all miss the bounce
Need to bounce for the sexy you know
Yeah ma, your dude is back,
nigga I ain't hiding
With my brothers by my side, I dare a boy to try me
Niggas hating they ain't got it so they in my pockets
But I'm focused steady
Diver, ho, ho, yeah, Sukey Tawdry
Ooh, Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown
Oh, the line forms on the right, babe
Now that Macky's back in town
I said
Diver, ho, ho, yeah, Sukey Tawdry
Ooh, Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown
Oh, the line forms on the right, babe
Now that Macky's back in town
I said
did I miss
And what the fuck don’t I get
Man say they say the truth hurts
Now I got blood all in my poss
You didn’t ask but I’ll confirm
That one day
to the backwoods, boy
Why don't you take me take me take me
Back to the backwoods, boy
Cruising main in your Chevy was always our thing
Now it's fancy eats on busy
Boy jeans you're wearin?)
Hell nah hoe, you know they Polo's
I been used again, accused again, this time
been wrong to chop somethin done by one
round in my brand new ninety-nine, fo' do', Volvo
I got a pocket full of be 's,
cocoa weed and ain't got no place to go tho'
But all my Boca Boys they
with a suit and tie
Getting fancy when I'm nasty but I'm classy
Like my name is Clancy but it's Jowdy and I finna blow
Gotta take my time gotta write
the booth in a suit planning what im gonna do with my talent while Im boosting the panel and you fools off balance like the news and the channels ima spew all
like a sailor
Did our boy do, somethin' rash?
Sukey Tawdry, Jenny Diver
Polly Peacham, Miss Lucy Brown
Oh, the line forms on the right, dear
Now
Velour suit
Fruit-flavored kicks takin' flicks out in 40 deuce
Farmer jeans, hammer swings, tucked in the loop
How they hit Miss Fisher, they was bustin'
about it
they never seen a fatty
eat when it comes to this rapping
i'm feastin on all these savvy
suits in their new fancy caddys
came from a poor mom
Manhattan,
We'll settle down
Right here in town.
We'll have Manhattan,
The Bronx and Staten
Island too.
It's lovely going through the Zoo.
It's very fancy
Mane hold up
I'm coming down but I heard it was up
I don't gang bang but I'm covered in blood
If you ain't got Covid
I bet you get
Touched by
Shawty kill me with her mantra
Different feelings make it stand out
And that was all I could do
Mind racing
I miss chasing
You complacent
No facing
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