Lyrics:
still here lookin' through the window
Watchin' the days go by (Man how does it feel? you grew up here)
Watchin' the sun rise
Why don't you try? (How
you in gold 'cause you are my treasure
We grew up together and then became better
We been through so much, I'm leaving you never
I gotta have this, you
You will have the world on a plate
So, see that you're born an Italiano
And your life will be great
How bout some tarantella
That's a nice
That's
shmoo, debut
What’s up how is it goin I’m a brand new rapper
Ok you right that isn’t truelisten it doesn’t matter
I’m just tryna start over and make
These are the days
[Chorus: Trick Daddy + (singer)]
(These are the days)
These are the days (when we parlay)
When we parlayed (just me and my team)
loving who I love
By being who I am, you see, it's an act of rebellion
So I guess that makes me one hell of a rebellious political
Singer, song-writing,
Jennings, lyrically a beast with the pen
He showed that R&B need content, in order to be great again
I'm so grateful to Eamon, and how he came to excel
you are
You're not gonna ‘Lil Wayne’
Up this mothafucka!"
All I was thinking was
Since there's nothing else
To explain here, I'm done with this dude
So
guarantee this
Joseph's brothers said, By Allah, indeed you know that we have not come to make mischief
In the land, and we are not thieves
Joseph's men
You are Lord of all
Enthroned in heaven, my King forever
Oh God, You are Lord of all
Your grace, Your grace has saved me
Mighty Lord how great are Your
There you are
Well, you may not remember, but you may
Well, you may not either. It's been a while
Times goes by
And hopes go dry
But you still
[Diamond Shell]
Here's a message from the all time great Shelly D
Hittin hard as crack and I suggest you better be
ready to rock steady, all night
of the fronting, you niggas is nothing
So bitch you are not the realest
Sick of the fronting, niggas is nothing
Reading “F” on the gas tank, well prepared for
On a silent night, I'm talking about a holy night
You already know how we coming, You know all my chains are bright
You know I ain't finna get love, I told you
law
Strange are the ways of fate
For the government crawled to the mine owner's call
That the judge was appointed by the state
Yes, The judge was
want this
All the fame and money and shit
You keep telling us how you want it but
Deep down we both know you don't want shit
You just say that to feel
the streets
Like a R&B singer
You ain't pimping until you fuck a R&B singer
I walked in this building
With all these bangers
And all these niggas look like
old aussie pride
When you are exploring
A special thing to know
Is how to say a loud
COO-EE
Shout it as you go
COO-EE
Is fun to say
I would like to try
and straight
Edges and reaching so hard for
Some soul nicki destroyed them
This is what she does she takes a pretty good
Song, wait's until you are
Popping
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
interrupt me when I'm spitting on the track
R.I.P to my idols, gone to soon
And I hope where you are the flowers are bloomin'
Trapped in an endless maze feel
Who are you?
My card, pretty lady
Devil may-care music production, Beelzebub, Scratch, President
I like your style! Too bad you're not a singer
you that it would
A great big wall has come between us
And I wouldn't even love you if I could
So don't think it ain't been fun cause it ain't
Don't
Because their tactics unequal. lessons are backwards deceitful
Kings and Queens should leave classes feeling actually Regal
He didn't know how to do it.
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