Lyrics:
album does him wonders
"Okay but" is clouted no matter his matter tons of numbers
I get consumed by the greed and then become a dad or plumber
No job
(Big Moe)
Yeee-yeee haahee yeehaa, yeee-yaahee
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chillin with my partna named D-mo
Its on his birthday we comin through
In
(Big Moe)
Yeee-yeee haahee yeehaa, yeee-yaahee
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chillin with my partna named D-mo
Its on his birthday we comin through
In
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
them rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll,
Post it on the corner with the rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll,
They know some nigger who run with crocodile hair
the stats on my roster
Ask the gun man how we do it
5 straps in the Buick
N**** got 4 hanging out the window and the other one out the roof wit it
Drop
the backwudz
Bo hagon is his nizzame
I spit 5 s*** for GA and that done cizzame
The done came to cizzame
To crank up this b**** (Bia Bia)
And get this
a few Ms in his life, it's
A couple things I still gotta figure out
Word to 2 Chainz, I spent a big amount
Of all my spare time registerin' with
10Dee don't play
And I wanna make M's by the way that I spray
Tell a man N O if they wanna play games
How you gonna live if you don't make P's
Get out
on a restaurant binge
5 Star with a 5 star bitch
You are lookin' high star bitch
Save rap like I'm clark Kent
They rap about nothin'
I rap how I'm gon' live (gon
when we see the 5-O
Who gon' motivate niggas if I go? Namе one
At the clear port, whеre you can't come
Eatin' finger lickin' on an G5
Breath stank with
D*** son what is this
c lot of things that I find ridiculous out there
I just feel I need to let it air
Five Points First Street to the Ron
of Ft. Meyers
I got principles nigga that's what I live by
I ain't got rap feature and I'm still alive
Not 1 my 3 album is you surprised worth my
Words by Adrian Mitchell, music by Arlo Guthrie
Victor Jara of Chile
Lived like a shooting star
He fought for the people of Chile
With his songs
live with free (dude, you crazy)
she fuckin stars at the V.I.P.
let me caught up in the beauty, oh no
[ Yukmouth ]
she let the director sex her
told her
new friends I would acquire
While I was there, I met a man, he stood about 5 foot 5
He was nervous around me, I saw the fear in his eyes
I always stayed
But the critics and the cynics
Leave such uneventful lives
Well, I’m not one to judge
My star has long burnt out
I’ve had my fifteen minutes
Well, five
crew pall-bear
Yo let me lift him
(Rah Digga)
Wait, before that, let me go kiss him
(Spliff Star)
Put five in his head and wrap him in the bedspread
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
from one minus Na I ain't got nothing let me borrow 5 things I Shouldn't B looking @ bling king jacking off by my self 4 five I got away with auto theft
Jisses boy, if I see him I'll throw down like it's UFC
Bru I'll buckle his fucking fray
Voor die gym voor dit oopmaak met 'n Protein shake
Twee ure op die
i come around
N*ggas freeze
They some mannequins
My dawg did bad
Get down
Let me handle it
He see stars
Its red on his white tee
He American
Im one
to take it's place
Sweet talk comes easy
Sometimes it'll get you by
Love is a five letter word spelled M-O-N-E-Y
Let the poets write of love
It sounds good
a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
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