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The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
on the count of three
We gonna bum rush The Tunnel with a pound of weed
Cut the light on, you see it's Brick City in here
Blazin' like Biggie passed us a semi in
Yo, I go by the name of Dubious Thoughts
I feel like sometimes, I hide behind my shell
Like I was bound for hell but, I got a story to tell
Cuz my
I'm talking Coke Boy money, it's money you never seen
Nigga the drug money, we get it by any means
I turned one brick to a three, we flip it to 16
Time: 3:15 beach bum music bmi
Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman
Mixed by hugh padgham assisted by bob vogt at a & m recording studios
Brian
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
again
You won't find me 'til the clock strikes three
I'm gonna be there 'til then
I gotta go back, back, back to school again
Whoa, whoa, I gotta go, back
shit it out
Lotuz
by Lil Vix
[P4G3 M3]
[FUCKALAXITIVEIMASHITITOUT]
full EP on youtube
^^^songs with the same lyrics^^^
I'd read every hobo book collected on my shelf
I fancied that I'd like to try the hobo life myself
I'd live on beans and move about exclusively by
jeans and boots ta
Move by the millions and children stay rough
But uh one for the road, til I get whetted
Try to riff and conflicts get deaded!
Gats
the singin' let's get right tonight mami
[Jay-Z]
I know my English ain't as modest as you like
But come, get some, you little bums
I take the cake from under
on the bike rack
My first day in junior high, this kid said
"Just you and I, three o'clock sharp this afternoon you die"
I looked at my watch it was one
somebody (pump, pump)
When, then, send some Gin
And a pack of Zig-Zags, now let the games begin (pump, pump)
In nineteen-motherfucking-ninety-three
I'm
let the games begin (pump, pump)
In nineteen-motherfucking-ninety-three
I'm fucking up every nigga known in the industry (pump, pump)
Check this out,
somebody (pump, pump)
When, then, send, some Gin
And a pack of Zig-Zags, now let the games begin (pump, pump)
In nineteen-motherfucking-ninety-three
I'm
three, move it, whoo
Off beat, uh, yeah, watch my feet, yeah, whoo
I'm bout to just go lose it, uh
Like somebody slippin' x in my juices, uh
And now I'm
lungs
Zaza make it pierce my lungs
Zaza make it pierce my lungs
Zaza make it pierce my lungs
Why these raps niggas look like bums
Boy you sit down, you
and relax bums
I can beat and delete with ease
DTB can't disturb my peace
Brown skin ting wanna track from east
Come on baby that's fine by me
Fine baby
bum
Make me wanna hit it, no need for condom
This life na turn by turn
Keep hustling, your own dey come
It dont matter where the hell you from
You got
Aye aye, why they hate on me
Sayin why they hate on me
Please tell me why they hate on me
Fuck what they say about me
Bums broke and they hate on me
bums down by the boardwalk
One played guitar one played a drum
I saw two bums down by the boardwalk
One played guitar one played a drum
Just us three
Remember when I sold brown caps just to get by
Zoning popping Xannys just to pass time
Used to be a bum, I was dead broke
A big joke
Bless the Lord
damn team
I been tryn keep my peace
But now it’s peace by piece
Cassius clay bitch I feel like Alii
What’s a bum to a motherfucking king
Evil or good
Right now I'm just sitting in a studio biting the tip of my tongue
I cannot decide if I should pour my heart out or diss the fuck out of bums
They
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