Lyrics:
to play Pokeno
You get that boy a 20 he'll turn that into a C-note
I'm known across the planet, you need that Southern fix?
I got a girl that looks like
The Little Drummer Boy
by Katherine Kennicott Davis
Come they told me
Pa rum pum pum pum
A new born king to see
Pa rum pum pum pum
Our finest
the pen
Hollerin
Shenanigans
When they said it couldn't happen
I got to the beat
Kept snapping
Little Drummer Boy kept rappin
To that 808
Like hammer
truck I drove;
I was so proud I could hardly wait
To get home and show my wife and little boy;
And my little boy was so excited,
Like when he saw his
healed
Would've been a done
Would've been a done deal
Moved out, not moved on
I have you blocked while still writing love songs
And enough time has gone by
drummer
And I was blinded by her beauty so I got her Stevie wonder
We kicked every day and night
The whole summer
And when we got bored we'd hit the record
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
been the same
And my production selection is still flame
But they love you on the
Come up 'cause you ain't
Tainted by fame And you
Still they little
of the tumor
The confidence
I saw a beautiful drummer
Get the whip of a spider
Well, I wished I could've saved her
I saw a little boy in serious danger
For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park
Beta on beta
Sonic got sold by sega
Noblesse brought me ragar
Euron shot and killed ma rhaegar
Raider
Called me as I flew to space
Only 20
some more shit to me white boy
I be that too
Hey bro what you looking for
Twenty
Auh twenty, I don't have no twenties
But I got some fat dimes
Auh
We arose, let's go
So fresh so clean" like 'Kast
Jay-Z be poppin' tags
Leavin' the mall with heavy bags
You know the boy got a love for the cash
it open and she throwed it back.
With a little Remy, blowing on on some good chush.
20 stacks, watch it glare, give your shades a better look.
She
the way to the zipper
I really love you hot girl but I got to flip her
Chorus :
(What you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(What you want boy?)
I
He was always a popular boy
Loved by all, a little coy Roy
He'll be sadly missed, as you blow him a kiss
And ask him why it happens like this
In some
O.G. drummer boy
Barumpadum dodda
Slide in like a package
If I like it she a goner
See it and I want it
I just buy it so I own it
I can never be a slave
born of two hippies you had to know that was creeping up
The son of a drummer
You had the nerve be stunned when the boy grew up
To love a genre that was
drummer boy beating up the fucking halls
Made a name for myself thought that shit was cool
Then I traveled and humbled my feeble attitude
Saw a glimpse
As I went down for to take a little walk
I came upon that Wild Bill Jones
He was a walking and a talking by my true lover's side
And I bid him
Gettin', his little dick sucked by the, clucks
And will he do dirt? Fool oh please
Little locs are harder then the O-G's
You fall to the ground and beg
through bodies like she's out for blood
Like down by the river with a stranger no one knows
Or the bassist and the drummer backstage after the show
A rich
right behind 'em in the Porsche drop
Linen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks
Take your bitch, why wouldn't I?
The whip got chrome shoes, cream
us
Take it, take it, take it like you love it now
Calling all the lost boys
With your bellies aching
Meet me down by the boat docks
I know what
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