Lyrics:
And I knock on virgin hoe
So and if ya dick fit
'cause it's dank and drink
Ya got me thinkin by the quick lick
I'm big wit the .44
This ain't an indo
Got
bum up in his plumbers house
But he sung a different tune when he heard about my bank account
I guess I'll be OK, I'm really not the guilty
The null
but i like you most all the time
anchored by my need to know you outside of your window
in plain view of pigeons and bums
but you're so
[Scotty Edge]
Well it's Brooklyn Bums
Well it's the dirty birds
Well it's the Lordz of Brooklyn won't go back on our words
Cause' we're pissing
These bum crews runnin' around ravin' with they one twos
So act like you want it with that babble you call rap dukes
I brings it to your grill while
Responsibilities and obligations
Easy living riding high
I'll play the shady creep cause it bums you out
I never wanted more than what's already
from yourself?
I consumed by years of passivity turned activity in split seconds
My newest weapon is my state of calm
Lowered alarms, I feel more
racks me with profanity
My demon tells me lies and says I'm a jerk, a bum and an asshole
My demon keeps me from joy bus riding by torturing me
Wesley
buckwild on this A.D.O.R. slammin' groove
Steppin' up to bum-rush the stage
Get the crew motivator by the spark of the rage
The mic is the teacher, to get
Albert was a man
Took kids by the hand
He had too much fun
He touched their little bums
He lit fires up his ass
Made him cum real fast
He
with no kind of worries
On the block drinkin' malt liquors and hard liquor
Puffin a spliff while the cars ride by pumpin' Jigga
I'm from B-R-double
'cause the Anna kills of these rap bums
Chemical reaction, cobra the venom shot in to his arm
These bitches ain't runnin' (runnin') shit but y'all
a podpowiem ci jak zjeść beat dosłownie
Nie oczekuj żeby zaraz mieć kwit zwolnij
Wpierw musisz opanować jak mistrz formę
„Elo Qm porwać chcę tłum tu bum
Pełen
WEAK, WONT POP OUT ON ME
BITCH IM SHOOTING 1ST SO U CAN NEVER UP ON ME, THEY WISHING DEATH ON ME
PUSSY ASS HOE I GOT THE CHECK ON ME, NEVER CATCH ME BY
Znam gościa co nastroju już nie widzi bez hajsu
Jego ego samochód typ miał nosa jak Daniec
Choć za żonę to by wybrał byle szrota na ruchanie
Znasz te
tequila two tequila shots that you can’t shoot
But otherwise come groove you sexy come doze
There too many girls that I can’t choose
Wanna see they bums
hy's 'n sport
As he signs his bum Kankowski, said I'm never gonna stort
Jan Jan Jan is die soul van die span
Waiting for his turn to gooi Jan's stick
poor man sits all alone
counts about nothing he owns
you see him there, but you walk on by
his cup of change is running dry
his whole world is cold
girls need some meds
Go to sleep go to bed
You a bum you just shitty
I'm the best in my city
I'm the best in my nation
Fuck these bitches outta pity
komercje
Prędzej posądzałbym o to konkurencję
Oni znowu robią całą płytę na bum bapach
Na tych samych tematach zarabiają na dzieciakach
To nie zarzuty, po co
Didn't seem to phase him as he chuckled
And told his mama to turn the page.
(chorus) junkyard jesus did you well.
Livin' by the junkyard there's always
Benny
Hey you bum - yeah, you, move over
Get your ass off that range rover
Mark
That attitude toward the homeless is just what
Maureen is protesting
that I treat tracks like kicks 'cos I'm clean when I lace mine
I break minds, If I put a watch in a bum bag that's the only scene where I waste time
fate
I'm really much too young to matriculate
Mama please, your child's come down with a fatal disease
mama said: "C'mon you lazy bum and get your butt
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