Lyrics:
Sending souls on vacation by the hundred
Lord knows
A Black man's Heaven is a White man's
A Black man's Heaven is a White man's
Anatomy and hateful
by man
Soup is in di pot beef is on di bone
Wha a concern n_gga leave it alone
Live inna glass so, please don't fling nuh stone
Badman hold it
Ain’t nobody gonna forget it
Gal I had…
2023 by Shadville Music
old bitch that I'm Sorry (by bitch)
Cuz my new bitch 1942 and my old bitch more like Bacardi
Got 100 Racks all in my pockets
Goddamn I can't wait for
ride, I'm the bike man of Hyde Park
Ten at night I start, because I like dark
I pedal hard in my pink Croc flip flops
But one dropped I think, in
there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for seven long years or more
Till I shipped aboard The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.
AH
JA where I come from
They go change that
But man will never change up
Bitch
They want me to stop that
Get yuh gal fi suck yar mada
She go
Lucy she a mi bad bitch
Too man fuk gal weh nuh average
Mi nuh bad up gal fi them crashes
Bwoy seh them real but mi know them a facsy
See seh them fake
the way it's gone be
[Nelly]
Now they play Nelly like I was, nobody
Now she all on my team 'cause she heard I rock parties
Smoke more Ladi than Dadi
the car and I bought the house, I represent the Dirty South
Got more syrup than Waffle House, run through hoes like Marshall Faulk
I talk the talk
bout that hundred
By any means better get your money, I said
By any means better get yours
What kind of man let another man tell him how to feed his fam
Twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty
(Chalupa)
Gettin' money, I'm a stunna, man
(Gouda)
In a Lac shootin' box like a hundred grand
(Gouda)
Forty-five,
yah plenty
Me da count more than twenty
From teslas to Bentley
Bad slave da beat them the whip da a foot
Liquor in a mi cup watch da gal da a puke
You can get more clout and shit, You can get more gal then him
But if it's bout realness you know it's risk
Set up ting, get shot in your tits
Try run
complain
I'm di boilerman, yuh don't stop call mi name
I'm like the blood circulatin' by vein
If feel Shabba, yuh just holler out me name
Let my caresses
complain
I'm di boilerman, yuh don't stop call mi name
I'm like the blood circulatin' by vein
If feel Shabba, yuh just holler out me name
Let my caresses
best
Say we ain’t got no time for no corona thing
We ain’t party in years
(Yeah)
We be causing a commotion by the ocean blue
And watch de gal dem in
to open up a new door
To show you something you seen before
But overlooked a hundred times or more
You need something to open your eyes
You need
the gun, yeah (ya'kno?)
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (watch this)
It's a shame that the hood's an addiction
Them man fell from
the car and I bought the house, I represent the Dirty South
Got more syrup than Waffle House, run through hoes like Marshall Faulk
I talk the talk
the shade
Uck inna the shed
Uck inna the Benz
Sabi uck inna the Bed
Man a uck you wey u want
Uck you when you want
Uck you in the bathtub
Gal i'll uck you pon
That's all
That's all
Don't look so sad
You're my gal
cnd I'm your man
Let's get laid
Don't get mad
Don't get mad
When you held me by the hand
In
wine
Put you pon rewind
Olipa thing man require
Fi we be like Bonnie and Clyde
Know say am inspired
By your beautiful eyes
I love your waist line
Gal
with money from the floor to ceiling
Six Figures man a chasing Six Figures
I wouldn't touch your girl unless them hips wiggle
I'm the best no discussion
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