Lyrics:
Tell Ya
That I Dont Mess With This Girl From Saved By The Bell
Um, Lisa Oh My. My Lisa
Always Been Fresh Since The First Day I Seen Ya
Admittedly I
Yeah
Yeah…
Ok
I go by the name of D.O.M
Definition of Musicc mane
Look
Smoking Indoor and Its outstanding
Dommie Dom so Outlandish
Selling grams till
to the dogs and I lived by my charms
I danced for my dinner, spread kisses like honey
You stole and you gambled and I said you should
We sang for our
do not bother me
My hair too long to go for that
My dick too good to go for that
Don't made me ask a bitch to ask a bitch who the fuck you barking
taking calls so I changed my cell
Cause fuck nodding off getting saved by the bell
Nigga believe in God but he sacred as hell
Know them niggas was in awe
THE HARD WORK OF BEING GOOD IS DONE
WELL WHO KNEW THAT ANGELS COULD BE SUCH FUN
AND WERE SO FOND OF TAKING LONG HOT SHOWERS?
NOW I'M BACK HERE
asked what I remember most
Songs she sung by my cradle side
Father taught me to be kind
Before I learned the world was hard
Beneath the plum tree in
Went home as they ring the bell,
is that a good thing? I can’t tell ‘Cause I just crawl back to my shell, hide from everyone else
Pre-chorus 1:
Life was
As the Dow had climbed so high
Disbelief filled all the traders' minds
While me and my broker, we just sighed
Speculator
Yeah I'm a speculator
to the door got bouncers like
"we don't want no war"
You be shook stressed out like oh fuck
Bring the drink you're pushed
Down you'll throw up get shown up
Me
well?
[So grew another head for Hydra]
You wanna circle Sinai
Another forty years
Have I made myself?
And myself clear?
Still seduced by the child
the street there's an orphan girl
Never been given no love in the world
Making it selling her time in hotels
She's never been one for the wedding bells
the weddin' bells
And all you wealthy queens
Servants and your limousines
You talk and you talk as if you knew
There's the door, away with you
They
Gibeau in post-war France!
A hooker with a heart of black charcoal
I write poems to burn by firelight
Drink champagne and guzzle gin
Good girls call
do Ciroc
From the east where they cook up
But I be in the 'Stuy where
The real niggas Milly Rock
And my shooter just hit me like, good luck
You know it
My life's been holding it's weight
Beneath a blackened sky
So hard I've worked just for
The dreams to pass me by
Now when the time is right
For
Reeboks, rewind, 'Round the Twist
Roces skates were the ting as a kid
So Solid Crew, Sega snares
Saved By The Bell, yeah, that's enough said
Top
This song is dedicated to the murderers...
May god judge you accordingly. Good luck with that one...
You see the beast starts sprayin'
That's what
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