Lyrics:
by the 9
Fuck the dumb shit, I run this, a whole life of crime
Ain't never had shit, but always had my pistol, bitch
187, don't make me whistle, bitch
Christmas in Kentucky
Our fine and fancy homemade love, God's precious gift from up above
Make up the homemade Christmas of this poor Kentucky man.
Little
to make a mil
Then I made a duplicate
Uncle told me toat the steel
Bust it like it's puberty
Yea
Surrounded by niggas who cant adjust
Surrounded by hate but
Up near Moolieve Mountain, where the winds blow wild and free
Where the Kilkeel River makes its way down to the sea
The misty Mourne Mountains there
time and we cruise
Watch the night lights fly by
Flip the top as we shoot
Down on the boulevard
Fancy views fancy cars
All the focus on you
Cause you
chain an eagle down
Can't make a river flow upstream
And the dead don't make no sound
By tomorrow I'll be on the road again
I can hear the wild birds
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
the miller brew
Filler up, took it 'til the damn Dutch puked (??)
Luke skywalker ain't a sweettalker so I got ill
With my light saber that came in one fancy
what we live for
I wanna feel the heat
And big love
We've got big love for the sunshine
We don't need fancy things
Summertime makes my heart sing
Cause
entertained by
Not just the voice or the band
But by the outfit as well
Modeliste: You're also the face of the fall
Winter 2017 John Varvatos campaign how did
, let it blink, nigga, I don't think (oh)
Your hood Titanic, we gon' make that shit sink (straight up)
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been
But I'm still the same nigga that I was back when
Everybody told me I wasn't gone make no ends
I was thuggin by myself cuz I ain't have no friends but
of John Black-Singing]
But once again you're lost inside your head and never com-ing home
[Aceyalone]
Trapped up in your thoughts, caught up in the web
funny accents
And was willing to
Make herself beautiful, then
Grotesque, then absurd, then
Back again and here she is now, demure
By comparison, just
Oh it can't Be
G.O.O.D. music my Grammy family
Used to bump the demo up outta the Camry
Now I'm hoppin' out the limo or either the Lam be
But
Woken by the slightest sounds
In a trace
Find romance
Happily ever after ends
Marrakech, Bangladesh
Take me to exotic lands
Give it up for John T.
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
CME, that's fire
I'ma be with the stars, I don't need fancy cars but
You know I'm gon' show up
They don't know who we are but they'll know by
Thirty two shots to split ya!
It's all about the cash when I'm fuckin' wit' ya!
John could make ya richer!
Fuck the Prince of Bel-Air!
I'm
and fancy cars
I made a wish upon Zoltar (Zo-zoltar)
I ain't need to wish upon a star (no stars)
I made a wish I make far (so far)
Fucking With hard 'B'
as tomorrow I wake up with you by my side
(I tell her)
Working, working got me stressing sipping every night
And I think of you when I'm on that high rise
I
Providence Montana
Just a dusty cattle town
It lays there in the heat
Just a place to keep you down
Hattie Porter was a plain girl
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