Lyrics:
McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side
itself
Coming from the block we from, nigga
Dope ain't gon' sell itself
Dirty kitchens, 36's, woo, residue on dishes, loaded rent on missions
Hyundai
the Harbour city
The boys in blue from Moore Park Road
Chanting in the Cove Bay 23,
screaming for the one true Sydney football team.
where you go we follow, we
Yea my new bitch she turn heads
Don’t love her I love dead presidents
I’m good by myself company come with that extra shit
No baggage fly on this
Nobody was ridin' for me, yeah, just like horseback ridin' in Ziky or Elliot
I ain't a cowboy, it can go down, boy, just like Young Jock
No, I ain't
Mally Mall!
We gettin' bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?
We
(Facts, look)
My lil' bitch in the D, she a nurse in the day (Oh yeah?)
My lil doggy from the East just put me up on a play (What up, dude?)
My OG 'nem
McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side
McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side
McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side
McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side
bay-ay-ay-ay-ase by begging me (da da da da da da)
Boy you're too thirsty-ay-ay-ay-ay for me-eh-eh
Won't get to first bay-ay-ay-ay-ase by begging me (da da da da
right by my side
I got the gat, killin' bright through the night
No hate though
Just fuckin' hate speech
Had a threesome with three
No shit, Sherlock,
takedowns in this one!
COMMENTATOR 1:
Thats right, Reggie. And each team has something to prove here today. Both teams are unchanged from the previous
from Cogwell Cogs
Which one of you let the toilets
Filled with the Captain's log?
Bad voodoo, beware the black monolith
In deep space, no one can smell
Daytona
Fiend hit it once, fell out into a coma (ah)
John Elliot, MAC-10s out the Rover
Might shoot it 32 times for the culture
Niggas bagging boy
And meet me by the sea
The oyster boys are swimming now
To claim me back from the dead
The creatures back from vertigo
They fear to fall but haven't
signed by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus' name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Richard Pryor say
McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side
Five hundred of them poor slaves,
Me boys, from their native land we bore.
We marched them up upon a plank and stowed them down below,
Scarce eighteen
gotta get rid of em, memories I think on the regular
Energy, I'm feeling so elegant
Diamond dreams they sponsored by Elliot
Give and receive, I will
to a spot where we can sip and play
Maybe Monterey, or Montego Bay
(Caliii, J-AAA)
What I would give, for him to meet my WIFEY
But the pain from not getting
To my peoples if you with me - where you at
Throw your dubs in the air - and wave 'em like you just don't care
From LA to the Bay - what you say - all
all Amazed
From my birth to the college days
Ezekiel Elliot at holidazed
Next morning front page
Brody missed the team plane
Everytime we steppin out we
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