Lyrics:
I was down bad had to get off my ass as a man a n**** ain't gone never give ya nothin
I had put to down da books and I walked to da trap n**** had da
to give my heart up but it's already fuckin dead
I'm not your void fill
I should get a grip
Before the thoughts
On my mind want to take a trip
Down an old
And frickin' sickly a little prickly
Dick on display for Winter swimming
Look at these kitties, Mike
I'mma rat-a tat 'em for living
I deal in dirty work, do
real no more
This a dirty game
I'm from where blood brothers kill each other
Gotta keep that thirty mane
Phillips county its going down
Get gun down for
That's enough about my niggas
Yeah, sippin' on a little sumin' sumin'
Mind ya business
Got these hoes waitin' while
I'm doin' calisthenics
And she give me
give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up
I must be Captain Phillips
These niggas don't speak my language
Residue on my debit card, don't tell my
just wanna know the bottom line
I don't blame her, I don't change her
I just sit back and give her options
Phillip Lim, Derek Lam
Every baller gotta know
moral wisdom
in Katy Perry's lyrics, then
Kill yourself, it won't be painful
If you are able
To give a little kiss to an oncoming train, you'll
Yeah, homie
I thought we, told we been fucking loco
Cypress Hill, D12, bitch
I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane
But the fact
it, but delete it
I ain't holy, I'm royal
But all these b#tches ain't loyal
That's why I got one, the right one
Ms. LS Phillips
Give a shout out to my
Mack MacGyver but I'm Captain Phillips niggas
I'm in the water like a pirate you gassed I'm a hybrid
Uh, I get cougars in my granddaddy shirt
And get my
a Phillips screwdriver to get her undressed
But she's mine, all mine
She isn't programmed to deceive me
Oh mine, all mine
And I kept the receipt
In case
THE OLD BEGGAR MAN
source: “British Ballads From Maine: The Development of Popular Songs with Texts and Airs” by Phillips Barry, Fannie Hardy
Swaaaaaagggggeeeeeeeerrrrrrrr
Last plane uh huh
More to go
Yea
So away
Thoughts
Gone
Last plane uh huh
More to go
Yea
So away
Thoughts
Gone
I got
rolling, rolling, what?)
Phillip, shit, Josh, Jamal, uh
Ayo, my nigga Kenyon (Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling)
My nigga Axel, My nigga Tele,
Kick the ball with me
One more time
Kick the ball Daddy
Kick the ball with me
One more time
Kick the ball Daddy
Martin was born in England
With two
life, slow motion in my double cup
The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up
I must be Captain Phillips
These niggas don't speak my language
so much problems
I needed men to meet my need
But every man I met had excuses to give
There was certainly no reason to forge on
There was no Love in
to profit I'm clocking more than state troopers do
Be careful what you do when they spot you they eyes move with you
See money fill up (Phillip) heads not
forgotten years
For dignity
Met Prince Phillip at the home of the blues
Said he'd give me information if his name wasn't used
He wanted money up front, said
Young Mack my driver but I'm Captain Phillips n****s
I'm in the water like a pirate
You ga**ed I'm a hybrid
Uh, I get cougars in my granddaddy shirt
and dick teasing
Too many Tech-9's behind trees and five-oh keeps a black brotha bleedin
Fillin em up like Unleaded Phillips 66
Owin me more than 40 Acres
furry fright and frickin' sickly
A little prickly, dick on display for Winter swimming
Look at these kitties, Mike, I'mma rat-a-tat 'em for living
I
calling now I gotta pick up
Phillip voice inside my head saying don't you give up
Reminiscing when we kids then you went and took your life
We got that call
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