Lyrics:
white trash
Miss me with the bullshit, get frisbee'd right back
I know Many Men who'd hit you with Fifty by chance
A bunch of conniving cons that are
(all, all that glitters is not gold)
Ma, we here, we gon' cook this Sunday, okay? (And all gold is not reality)
So come by (real is what you lays on me
of the Year Show. Well the competitors will be off in a moment
so let me just identify for you.
(Close up on competitors)
Vivian Smith-Smythe-Smith (E.I..)
I'll never forget you fritz
Alright, next, you may close this now.
Next who's up, uh, here he comes. who are you? hand me your paper.
Here's my papers
in the block holding
If you see me rolling by
Remember that you don't know me (you don't know me)
If you see me in the streets rolling
If you see me
my bae
I no go jones you my girl girl
Which you stay for me babe
I see the love is so supernatural thing
I day for you bae no go jones you my babe
you back talkin' 'bout that girl pussy stinkin'?"
'Cause she put up a post cosignin' Tekashi snitchin' (ya heard me?)
She thought he was comin' home,
in our suburban city
By volunteers from
The Los Angeles Gay & Lesbian Centre
George Kelley was the name
Of the volunteer facilitator
And the first guy
I rather you trust me then love me
All my niggas young and unlucky
Gotta trust me then love me
Please don't call me by my first name bitch im hazzy
Baltimore spat me out, I belong to dmv again
I knew that you would be there waiting for me my friend
You had become the best thing I always knew I
whole life like it's my sworn testimony
The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me God
By the way, George Washington added that
So
shit these days I have no time
For be that brew trouble just to blow by
rather check on my niggas make sure we all on board now
My grandma hit me up
follow up
Ain’t nobody getting closer to her
Anybody get close get hurt
Me and my shorty make channel six news
Me and my shorty don’t play by the rules
Beaten down to an inch of my life by ignorant people
Came close to making me believe I was nothing but evil
No one has the authority to tell us who
Beaten down to an inch of my life by ignorant people
Came close to making me believe I was nothing but evil
No one has the authority to tell us who
of George Jones
I was in high cotton, just a-bangin' on my six-string
A-kickin' at the trash can, walkin' skin and bone
I can see your back porch if I close
tell you that she really don't need me
But the way that she believes in me it brings me to my knees
Yeah she by my side every single night
When I can't
worked the land together, and we learned to count on each other
When you live off the land you don't have the time to think about another man's coulour
worked the land together, and we learned to count on each other
When you live off the land you don't have the time to think about another man's coulour
run somethin' by you
Used to hit my line and I'd be incentivized
When we talk I feel like I'm on thin ice
Don't understand how what we had just died
about the to and fro, hit me
Come on, you know way down
What George say, fall around, alright
We claim Miles Davis, not Michaelangelo
We playin' D-flat
niggas gonna see
These MCs ain't the same as me
I had a Grime hit in 2003
God gave me a body and blessed it
You see, my fingers they made Duppy, Private
on me you got me fucked up
We don't play round, this ain't a play ground
Feel like Paul George Clips get shot everyday now
I feel like Gucci Mane in 2006
Alex Jones
Murderous tendencies move in silence like I'm a drone
I want the head of the real you I don't want to kill a clone
Springsteen bad to the bone
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