Lyrics:
far, far away from the bums
Just know when it all fall, I'm one of them ones, oh, oh, oh
This ain't nothin' that you used to
Doin' it by the beach,
Consumed by you and me
Nicole
Nicole, I love you
I'm thinking of you
With every motion I make
When the stars are above you
Know that I miss you
Five hundred racks, sold out
I never been more proud
Need more light on me (bum, bum)
Shine on me
This my final form
Tell 'em all, "Chile, please"
the hell I'm from
'Cause I'm sprayin' emcees with my mack ten machine gun
The hand that rocks will be the hand of the gun bum
Rum-pum-pum-pum-pum is
I'm built like a machine
Perfect and made of steel
Not ruled by anything
I aim I shoot to kill
And I'm not hurt by anything
I don't have feelings
scream out with joyous air thumping persuasion
Burt Bacharach tunes they can wait
As Freddy begins the heart of Saturday night by his boho chic hero Tom
love to piss just like R. Kelly
He yoke them up like chic, be quiet
Grab them by the pussy, pussy riot
Go ahead and try it, see what happens
Fuck with my
[Waves Splash]
Yeah
Ugh
SWENDALoso
[Chorus]
We could Fucc by the shore beaches that’s sandy
Do ya wanna see the sunrise in Miami
Love the look
scorched by the sun that day
Man
We had fun that day
And at night after dark
When our bellies were full the fireflies came out for a private night show
Kool-Aid gives you hella 151 November dog so run kitty run
We gon' drink it until we dumb-ditty-dumb, bum-bitty-bum
Here Kansas City come so give me some
a helmet to stir up the ranks
One Donna Summer, two more by Chic
Three Sylvester, Toot toot beep beep
But look there's Stevie Wonder and Marvin Gaye
That
scuffle all because of Willis Reed
Now there's one more bar in New York
I can't get me what I need
One by one, the doors are closing
One by one,
is red so beautiful
Like an angel in disguise
But if you meet a friendly horse
Will you communicate by
Mo-o-o-o-orse?
Mo-o-o-o-orse?
MJ, game 6, Jackson, Tyson
Quiet dog, my phone changed up
I'm icin' up my Barbie chains up
And when I come, get your change cup
These bum bitches
da sua voz
”I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves
through the negro streets...”
you're standing still
Your fur is red so beautiful
Like an angel in disguise but if you meet
A friendly horse
Will you communicate by mo-o-o-o-orse?
as a cane (it came with a 30)
I'm not a rapper, got raised by trappers, they taught me the game (OGs)
Got on them frames by Louis (eat it up), but I wear my
bitch, you need to run and go get your frigity-friends
I'm looking at your bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity mack's bickity back, don't act wickity-wack
chic
This documentary's lost on me
Satirical news, free energy
Mobile lifestyle, loveless sex
Independence, happiness
Oh, and no one ever knows
Gumy balonowej resztki na twarzy, gdy
Gdy patrzysz jak powietrzem wypełniam
I cienka powłoka pęka, bum
Zapach truskawki uwolnił się
I kłamię
Znów
you bum-bum-bitty come so dumb-dumb
Remember when you was all busted, broke down, beat up
Even kept you as a friend when you stole to stay steed-up
It's just me by my lonesome
Lonesome
4,3,2, now I'm on 1
On 1
Over here you don't want none
Want none
Call me Najje the son of a gun
I hold it down
Fee fi fo fum
Smell the blood of a gullible bum
Brain dead bored bought into the fraud
Bigger harder faster more!
Trying to find some way
thumb outside trying to bum a ride
And all the love birds seem to fly by
I'm 2 bottles down trying to keep you off of my mind
I'm on memory lane with
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