Lyrics:
drink cuss and smoke and sock niggaz with cheap shots
The gunner wonder man, wonder woman husband
The stunner fuck with us y'all niggaz must be buzzin'
I
It started with two hands
Laid in the bed
Surrounded by all the newsstands
Listened to Em, I was the new Stan
Didn't realize to be guided I'd have
NAUGHTY
By David Williams 2020
When I was a child I knealt to pray
That the boogie man would go away
I prayed to the Lord my soul to take
If I
lean in an hour I be dozed off (Yea)
She said I'm said I'm the man of her dreams
But I know that bitch chatting she on one yea
These niggas dont like
Slender
Man, I'm on a high one
Counting all my worries
(Oh no, I've got none)
Counting all my monies
(Oh wait, you want some) suck one
I don't give a shit
Dirty clothes from the road in this suitcase by the bed
Time zones and half-charged phones are messing with my head
I can't sleep so I get up
to the dark
The march of time it has begun
I'm caught in an ancient dream so bright
And then the march of time begins
The man in black he waits
Behind this
to the dark
The march of time it has begun
I'm caught in an ancient dream so bright
And then the march of time begins
The man in black he waits
Behind this
hier in DC
Life ist ziemlich easy, wenn du weißt
Wie man das Spiel spielt
Du brauchst einfach viel Weed, make money
Repeat bruh, es ist The real Ji
my pony on my boat
Now if I were Roy Rogers
I'd sure enough be single
I couldn't bring myself to marrying old Dale
It'd just be me and Trigger
We'd go
before his eyes, he go back to the old days
Let you know who did it, at your grave, red roses in a bouquet
Bro said he the biggest stepper, he feel like
And meanwhile the moon was shooting up junk
And me I have in the bottom of my trunk
Some old letters and a dirty magazine.
And now 24 hours a day we got night
Yeah hold your fire man don't shoot
Here come the Oompa Loompa with the nukes
Riding his fly blown drone
Like there ain't no one home
With no
You dirty old man now you know you got it
Once you've caught it, nothing can be done
It's fatal and it's fast so look back into the past
Realize
dirty looks,
She always carried books and thought me and my friends were crooks,
You always see the bitch in the classes,
She never wore pants she wore
whiskey
and my old man plays the trombone
and works out at the track
and he says that he loves me
even though its not his baby
and he says that he'll raise
(say…), I’m a man with the girl
And I love her, more than u girl
It’s the same old song, still sound so wrong
It didn’t take u long, to get this strong
She
hater quit trying (uh)
I am protected by Zion (woo, Zion)
You try to test, now I'm just testifying (woo, testify, testify)
Looking at the judge like,
Still the same screwfaced youth that
Pull a nine on you
My name ring from east to wеst
Like a line of longitude thе dope dirty
Cut with Fent he died off
End, begin
I ain't got a motherfucking balance
Hi birdie, dirty up my talons
While momma gon be steady looking at me like
"Man why a motherfucker gotta
joining rocks in your blocks, in candy blue toys
Talking noise, cause I ain't old enough to drank
But I got mo' cash to last, than your daddy in the bank
joining rocks in your blocks, in candy blue toys
Talking noise, cause I ain't old enough to drank
But I got mo' cash to last, than your daddy in the bank
rocks in your blocks, in candy blue toys
Talking noise, 'cause I ain't old enough to drank
But I got mo' cash to last, than your daddy in the bank
I'm
joining rocks in your blocks, in candy blue toys
Talking noise, cause I ain't old enough to drank
But I got mo' cash to last, than your daddy in the bank
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