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But we still love him!
Got a little tip about a ginger ale company from Canada
Getting run into the ground by a trust fund kid that thought he
De-de-de-de-de-do-do-do
Ding-de-do-de-do-do-do
Thank God I'm a country boy
I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds and jewels
I never was one of them money-hungry fools
Anything is better that nothing
All I want is one more happy christmas
All I want is one more happy christmas
I keep looking for the money in my
We've got four letter words with your name right on 'em
Hypocritical oath, you took it with gusto
Your collagen smiles you love 'em like money
Your
the same
Slice my own piece of the true money pot
But is it cool for a real cat to cry
I hit the sky like a bullet and shot at the moon
ride the wind like
Bitch, the only woman that I love is my fuckin' mama
Only bitch put money on my books was Latashiana
Keep a rocket in my pocket, any nigga want the drama
makin' sure nothin' doesn't ka'e (a'e)
I tell her, "Ayy, don't worry, yeah, I got it, mum, I'll just buy another one"
(Ayy, must be the money)
Ain't
Mother and Father, both proud of the daughter
That heaven had sent them, Feleena was this baby's name.
When she was seventeen, bothered by crazy dreams
She
they tell you what to do
These days the buck stops nowhere
No-one takes the blame
They say they love their country
But the money hides their shame
a killer
Standing by my side like you made for a nigga
Why I always end up putting faith in a sinner when it's bad times?
I just keep fucking even though
disappointed
Rejected by those I thought loves me
It seem no body want to see me
But now I can hear a voice whispering
Don't worry
Everything will be
the streets, they rebels
Bubble for muthafucking money, with bitches rocking stilettos
So when the drought hit, they on they shit
The sheeps come out, loving
to front
You can play baseball and bunt or roll up a blunt
I'm the kind of dog that was released from the pound
I'll bark in yo face hopin you love da
Do I really need a reason?
Is it really such a big deal?
It just seems like the right situation
To say how I really feel.
I love the way
for blood money
Was young Ned of the hill
You have robbed our homes and fortunes
Even drove us from the land
You tried to break our spirit
But you'll
bonzai, livin' like the devil sent piece of the pie
kill the noise if you're spittin' baby, talkin' is for spectators, fascinated by the brain the ?? game,
and obedient
For this is not the spring of love, it is the winter of discontent
Standing at the shore of lake of fire
Standing at the shore of Lake Of Fire
home again
You best hang on to your cash
He let me help with the sack
Our matchmaking went badly wrong
I'd ask for my money back
You'll
a goodbye cause by dealers respect me
How Imma love on a bitch
When I can fuck on a bitch I just met
I'm with the cuffin I need all the sex
She hit my phone
and my mans
We thought this shit out and
Came up with a plan
Came a long way from hand-in hand
On Tuesdays and Thursdays, watch for the van
This for my
Ama let the music speak for itself this time
Producer extraordinaire
Artist of the year
Jesse Jagz (Che)
I knew that I would make it (One day)
Now
kinda little
I'll take a handful if you please
Yo, everyone loves 'em
From animatronics from outer space
Can't get enough of them
I'll empty a bag right
there ain't shit to talk about
That shit for the birds, walk it out
Countin' guap like a nerd
Just know it's money all around
Bitch, fuck what you heard,
O Vanity Fair-Vanity Fair! This might have been, but for you..."
(from the novel Vanity Fair (1848) by William Makepeace Thackeray
VANITY FAIR
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