Lyrics:
my hand tonight
I show my dick and then I swipe
That's a punchline
They was hot and I wore ice
That's ironic huh?
Word around town that I'm
All about
fast as my hole's down. Green glass and most of all.
Been around the somber town, maybe in the wall.
Submitted by Egulphy
HONEY BUCKET:
Eight
to shine, sometimes I roll undercover
I'm from the City of Syrup, where young G's slang birds
Looking good by the herds, full of that endo herb
Nothing
(All's well, nothing's well)
Who says good folks was not supposed to die?
(All's well, nothing's well)
Who says good folks was not supposed to die?
There's no man in town as admired as you
You're everyone's favorite guy
Everyone's awed and inspired by you
And it's not very hard to see why
No one's
Though he lay quite alone,
For he's taken him to a haunted hall
Seven miles from the town.
He's chased the deer now him before
And the doe down by
a beauty
I saw her last night at some small-town event
Surrounded by what seemed to be her small-town friends
They looked just a bunch of nerds but they all
the undergrowth divided by the single moon
He said In this town
I'm begging to find someone who can save me
And it's been tearing me apart
Well I've been waiting
Mmm, don't wanna go to my town mmm, don't wanna go to my town
Seeing them lights, memories hittin my head all night I don't wanna go to my town
town, shine the old truck up
Swing by the quick stop
Grab a couple Rocky Tops
Then ease on out your way
Your place around eight o'clock
Well, I'm
at the home
Whatever yo, I don't care, I need something to get me right
I need a night on the town before somebody pay the price
Don't gotta be nothing
the smile upon the people faces
Everytime we step in to town
Everytime we step into town (Town town)
Bills be flying
People crazy poppin' cases (Woah)
That's
that's that out of town flex
Work hard, play hard, ain't no telling what's next
All inclusive, don't need to make the money stretch
From the west side
fine freaks that's gon' ride for me
Ain't nothing more important than the mula (the mula)
Ain't nothing more important than the mula (the mula)
learned not to be trusting
Imma take em down
K.O first round
Smoke it by the pound, bitch I can't wait
We gon run the town
They all surround
The money
of what people of this town went through at that time.
The year of 1944 saw Forlì ravaged by the bombardments of both Allies and Germans and subject
Been goin' round and round all day
Bailin' some hay and stacking it all up
Can't wait for the sun to go down
Roll into town, shine the old truck
home
Surrounded by these apparitions
I think my time has come and gone
Nothing but the ghosts left in this town
Haunting all the souls still hanging
bitch-choking
Young player from Oakland
I was taught by O.G.'s fool, what you stressing?
AK's, Mac 12's fool, Smith & Wessons
You got the audacity to false claim
in a florida town And say it would be the same for all people
comin' back
He left you with two kids and bills all around
Plus you found out he had another chick cross-town
It's always the darkest right before
comin' back
He left you with two kids and bills all around
Plus you found out he had another chick cross-town
It's always the darkest right before
pimping O
A watch this if he run then I'm tripping bro
Yea I be trippin' bro
I'm still in town move around like I'm tripping though
Bolt that two door up it
a conclusion
Doors slam shut now I can't see
Nothing but confusion
It's all there by the roadside
This town's too small no place to hide
Can't escape
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