Lyrics:
biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
in my bum
My mouth fuck I love the cum
All over town all these guys
I fuck with all the time
Will soon be running to be mine late at night
Sounds gay
(Oh, the wine cooler)
Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
a sixty-piece
(Cost a sixty-piece) huh, she sucked me up
She thought I was doin' EDD
If the head right
DameDot be there every night
If the smoke on, nigga
We gon'
drivin'
Night time ridin' through the bottom
Doin' drive-bys was urgent
Pulled down my mask, she stop at the corner
Before I could shoot, my niggas was
I can't believe all my life
You've been right here by my side
Everyday I try to hide
But you tell me I'll be just fine
Mmm
Ahhh ahhhhh
We climbed
to the microphone, write a song, in the night I meet be on
Dope shit, toke of this dro is atrocious
Yolo?, yo throat's slit
Tryna photo the golden
Grand coda when I
just climbing up
Yeah I'm just rising up
Fat blunts to the face mind expanding huh
Flying and landing huh
Different phases passing by time traveling huh
dressed like a bum
Top 2 and I'm not 2 but I am also not the one
My nigga got knocked like a week ago
Ran up in his crib while he was sleeping yo
Stashed
And smiled at people,
They treated me like a vampire
They use the cross and they went like this by not smiling at me
In Toronto, hey! Hi guys! You know me!
Pack yo bags let's go today
Buy some tickets let's get a plane
Buy some tickets let's get a train
Get out the city see some sights
Passing by we see
took her home just like a wise guy
And I held her by the waist in the middle of the night
Catching her in mid sleep and we turn off the lights
After
a hoper that one day I'll resurrect
Bum, bum, bum, bum
Blow my brains out
Pink like gum, gum
Take my pain out
Fade away, into the, night I follow the light
I'll go pretty far
Round four
He'll ask me for my hand and then
Round five
We'll book the wedding band so by
Round six
Amber, much to your surprise
if he is a girl?
What would I do with her?
What could I do for her?
A bum with no money
You can have fun with a son
But you got to be a father
Shawty always mad cuz I don’t reply
I got reasons for my actions, I apologize
I can’t sleep on my dreams so I’m workin all night
Bumpin random beats
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
By a square-dancin' farmer, well
That old bum was sticking out his thumb
When the farmer drew up, said
"Listen son", and the horse compared his
all about
Hard to look the other way
While the world passes me by
And everyone is trying to bum me out
It's a pretty big world god
And I am
Good times and bum times, I've seen them all
And, my dear, I'm still here
Plush velvet sometimes
Sometimes just pretzels and beer, but I'm here
Good times and bum times, I've seen them all
And, my dear, I'm still here
Plush velvet sometimes
Sometimes just pretzels and beer, but I'm here
You know im styled out (im styled out)
Hunnies askin me what that night bout (that night bout)
Left them bum ass niggas just to dry out (yessir)
I put
thing I long for most
Is the day that I die
I wish I could sleep at night
All I long for is rest
But the day that I long for
Is the day of my death
is waking up like what happened
I like red light parties and fed right bodies who like
Bread like Dolly and head right totties at night
Aribou Cay
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