Lyrics:
talk shit you know I hate it
Call me Sam Smith 'cause I want someone to stay with
A thing for a link up, a thing for a vibe
A thing that could ride
And between what you hear and what is spoke
Say they by your side, shit's a mother fucking joke
Packing agendas like a sharp knife to ya throat
Hear it when I
you send my dog home Uncle Sam.
He'll sleep beneath Old Glory, right here on Daddy's farm,
I'll be close by to keep him from all harm,
No one
And I get out my body off these pills
Niggas locked up like a junkie they just prayin' for appeal
We quick to send a nigga up to heaven Holyfield
vacant eyes are now a window to his soul
Oh what a fool, Sam
You've built that wall too high
Ease it from your mind Sam
Don't let the world slip by
He
with emotion
And you can fill my nights
Oh, and blow out all my lights
Till I see nothing right by emotion
And you can spread my wings
And send
with emotion
And you can fill my nights
Oh, and blow out all my lights
Till I see nothing right by emotion
And you can spread my wings
And send
Can't play by the rules
Only pressure I'm applying
Tell me who you leaving when
Smith & Whitney to ya' noggin'
NWLB
No witnesses left behind me
Really
the Yellow-Eyed Demon
But now Pop's gone me and Sam by ourselves
Demon Blood send em back to hell don't need spells
Yeah got killed by Lillith's hellhounds
But I
honest you do
Every now and then ladies and gentlemen
We like to do a tune by the late, great Sam Cooke
By the way, I'm Louis Williams of The Ovations
In
up for my Uncle Sam
You know we sent a man to the moon
And before we're done
Yeah we'll probably send a man to the sun
'Merica
Got a twelve
Sam or Dad, lie, I'm alright
Cast blame on gloom and rain at night
It's always worse, says Sam whose tired
I hang up angry curse the Mic
I used to send
paint on my toes
When I send that new bae alert, niggas gon' be mad
Jumpin' in the Bent' and I switched to the Ghost like, "Who's you?"
Remember this
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
CHORUS:
Den nor ever see another nigga leke Dis.
Sabi rap sabi shabe Aaaa leke Dis.
Bet pa you baby sam you know I nor go miss.
Me nah shooting star
the money dance
Countin bag do the money dance
Niggas mad I do the money dance
Jandro
40 Tucked under the garment
Run up on me I’m bombin
Fuck around you
I don't give off good impressions
Mr. Smith walk around with all Wessons
Think it's fight night like it's Tekken
Get the fuck out of my section
I
to Brooklyn apprehends me
Like a D-tech bustin' my man in the projects
I'll send you up north, I ain't givin' respect
Prejudicial, your style artificial
to Brooklyn apprehends me
Like a D-tech bustin' my man in the projects
I'll send you up north, I ain't givin' respect
Prejudicial, your style artificial
most don't borrow
And if you smoke crack
Slick Rick
That's the motto
All I need is one mic
Yeah the custom model
If she ask just teller to
Holla and hit
a hollow
Men don't steal
Hey most don't borrow
And if you smoke crack
Slick Rick
That's the motto
All I need is one mic
Yeah the custom model
If she ask just
really fucked with cops
So you'll never ever see me cuff a chick
I was left all by myself
Niggas thought that I would do bad then
I turned around
and all.
After the 16th act, they said the boss was gonna take the stage and. I am one gigantic Springsteen fan so I was right there in the wings, as close
catch me
Imma talk to Texas
I will send message directly
I know where i got the strength
R-I-P Doretha Smith
Can’t allow my grip to slip
When moment on my
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