Lyrics:
nuthin'
You ain't sayin' nuthin'
I be spendin' Euros by the pound, I'm talkin' London
If it ain't about some millions boy you ain't sayin' nuthin'
You
pain's been felt
My hand's been dealt but it was a missed deal
And words won't express the way a man William feel
I came up with them thugs, I grew up in
Written by: Dèja D. Williams
Produced by: ricci, Shahid Elamin, Dèja D. Williams
Dèja
(Ladies, sing)
That’s my dick on Monday
Missing that
Okay, okay, with us we hit a lick and bust it up
You hear the lick he on, homie, he keep from splittin' it
See, treachery will never be cool
Whatever
What is this? (Maybach Music)
I like this Maybach Music
Sweet! Hahahaha
Bugatti Boyz
Yo turn off them motherfuckin' lights
You know what it is
really real by how long it stays
I ain’t a crip or a blood by my gang with me
Niggas tryna act like hangers tryna hang with me
I be feeling like Treach
relationship advice guy
Liked on the vices priceless smile
Look at the eyes got the look of a survivor
Husband, father
Dissed by Eminem but did it bother him
The simultaneous strikes
Four thousand cities at the same time
Seven billion people died side by side
Uh, uh, uh, oh, tonight
Sirens in the sky (no one can save us)
you are the only one
To never get it right
Just stick around on this lovely night
And we may be amazed
By my blue wave
To conclude this interview
Willie
Oh stay at home with me
And the very best cock in all the roost
For your own supper shall be
It's all your cocks in all your roosts
I value not
Headlights on a Texas road
And Hank Williams on the radio
Church wedding, they spent all they had
Now the deal is done to become Mom and Dad
words and music by Curley Williams
- lyrics as recorded by Rosemary Clooney in 1951
If you loved me half as much as I love you
You wouldn't
(In which most unwholesome paths are set upon by our protagonists, the future Dr. Knox and young William Hare, to the chagrin of polite society)
and honor
It's a metaphor to show you humble
Protect and serve
Turn the locked up and kill
William Chapman, Alex Christian
Brandon Gland, Victor LaRosa
Written by: Dèja D. Williams
Produced: Shahid Elamin, Dèja D. Williams
Dèja
Finally together, I hope you know what to do,
Come and make me
Interrogation of applicant 7-24
Interpreting, Carter Lee
You are advised your right to admission to this country will be today considered by this
hear Craig Mack, Notorious B.I.G.
Latifah, Heavy D, you should reminisce of me
Some say it's Naughty By Nature-'hip-hop in all its glory'
A fleet
yo snap that neck, not playing with a full deck
Make a nigga sweat below the waist line by my Johnson
Where the tools kept, who I be? The code name
I never made it to my Great Uncle's funeral
I was too far away but I chose the song
One by Buddy Williams that ends in a yodel
Like my uncle used
to the head you'll be fucking dead
Top boy gunned down by the oops did you see...did you see how he fucking bleed
Mumzy's be crying so hard can't you see can't
pull up, pull up!
[Sam:] Will? Ehm, we seem to be suffering from technical difficulties. We'll get back to William Tracy as soon as we get
[Chorus: P. Dot]
When them guns goes off, we be ready for war
When them guns goes off, bitches hit the floor
When them guns goes off, and them
party in pyramids
With Saul Williams while reading the Manu scripts
Of Alex Haley
Inspired by the diary of Nat Turner
Because the life of Anne Frank was
bars and they way too creative
I'm a smart but i'm a reckless kid
Loved by many, hated by less
With bro's and dargs hope u don't get bit
Don't follow
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