Lyrics:
(nah)
Running through ink like I'm tattooing (yeah)
This is music to be murdered by, you love
Turn the volume up, I am fired up like a blunt
Bread is
He just yells, "Shut the fuck up, bitch, this Tom guy is serious"
I hoped you would kill it, I'm always a optimist
Thought your response would be
The girls ask me for that Willie D, that's how I know they feelin' me
It's simple, see, the pimpin' be what got these bitches clipped to me
You may
Never said I wasn't good at it
Cause I'm a static addict
No fear you gotta
Know I had it
If you know better
Spose to do better
So I know like al green
We
Never said I wasn't good at it
Cause I'm a static addict
No fear you gotta
Know I had it
If you know better
Spose to do better
So I know like al green
We
into doodlebob
So I might just do the bob
Tell me nigga who the rock
Who really giving out the locks
All these girls is looking like Meagan Fox
And you
I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a gin shot too, but what cares I for praise ?
I
hope
Our time spent was not wise
I'll see you later 'cause there's no such thing as "goodbye"
There's no more reaching you
By now you should have gotten
get one wish I'm a wish to die free
They say gon head, ball like mrs. irie
And I do
The realest in my age group, no shit
Soho, cosmo, bob mar blow fish
sluts, to Eek-A-Mouse
Tom for lettin' us practice and crash, chili part all night
PEN1, Fugazi, Rhino '59, Greek1
The last Puriah's and Naomis' hair
sluts, to Eek-A-Mouse
Tom for lettin' us practice and crash, chili part all night
PEN1, Fugazi, Rhino '59, Greek1
The last Puriah's and Naomis' hair
caught no more fun
Ain't no stranger to lying to people in hopes that you gain you some fans
Ain't no stranger to flexing my money I got on my birthday
to pay me before I die
So bob your sweet head
Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just about the best you can hear
Gonna rock it in your head
Shazam
the Ruger
Nigga stunt if you want and
I'll put one threw ya
Not when I drive by, I'll walk up to ya
Not from across the street
I'll walk up to ya
Homie, you
Both fucked the same bitch, just not the same night
You just took her phone number
I just took her home with a-
'Nother bitch, menage
Boomerang,
I broke I'ma a joke when I croak I just hope that I wont be descending
But this ain't a joke I want you to know that tech nina is never pretending
Don’t ever try to call me Uncle Tom because I wear the hat
Check the stats
You can’t even ball with me lil boy that’s facts
Where you at
Told em pull
to five
I got my kids up fucking private school swell man
Do you know how much weed I got to sell to send one of them to school
Like like you know posh
and me!" looser than a pair of Adidas
I hope you brought your spare tweeters
MC's sound like cheerleaders
Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin
DOOM came
the seasons
Find the balance and keep it even
Got an ounce of hope
They call that heathen
On a road we call that teasing
Man I feel like Willie Beamon
Cuz you
dawgggg
Then sending you the bill cause I’m ill pause dawg
See me hop in my ride and then peel pause offf
Won’t stop till I die cause I’m still pause rawww
whattup?
Ayo black men, you're dyin' by a dozen cousin
So all I do is walk away yo' Prince as if nothin' happened
You call me a punk, I gotta step cause
the morning, I'll make you up
Some tea and toast"
Well, they met through a friend who introduced them
And the first thing Tom said was, "Would you like
guns en ik cruise
Draag die Thompson noem me Tom cruise
Heb die green
Ben op groen hulk smash
Lijkt wel op Bruce
Voel me net Muhammad Ali
Bob en
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