Lyrics:
the way of life (word?)
If you think you're nice, then go grab the mic (grab it)
Let me tell you my story, 'cause everybody got one
Grab a pen and pad,
like Frisbee (Throw it here)
Stealin' all these looks, call me Trixie (I'm so popular)
Got your bitch rockin' hips like gypsy (Swing, swing)
Shirts off
booty like Frisbee (Throw it here)
Stealin' all these looks, call me Trixie (I'm so popular)
Got your chick rockin' hips like gypsy (Swing, swing)
Shirts
In a field by a river
My love and I did lie
And on my naked shoulder
She too proud to cry
She said that I must leave her
An icy tear she froze
How
everyday I wake up in the morning feeling this gift
Imagine when I get the money time to spread the message
And if you ever doubted me it's time to pay
to Texas up to Washington
Then headin' home to wash some clothes and do it all again
Gotta head to Chattanooga, Knoxville, and to VA
To by god West
Give me that work, I show you what to do wit it
My cousin in seventh grade sittin' in the school wit it
By seventh period, he through wit it, it's
no hope for you and I
Now the Gypsy told me tales about the Sirens and the wails
And the claws in spite of looks and my Wildwo od Name
Hear the 7
Sweet woman are you feeling right
What was it that you did last night
You made me crazy you made me fly
I can't forget the hungry look in your eye
(Chill with that ill behavior) - KRS sample
Pull the pin out, sheep creep in wolf garb
Fronted by the Hail Mary parry lunge mixer
Kill
ground now I’m stuck Rest In Peace
My life a DVD, I watch it play right before me
The quality a little fuzzy im lacking hd
The thought of thinking, now I
stuck Rest In Peace
My life a DVD, I watch it play right before me
The quality a little fuzzy I'm lacking hd
The thought of thinking, now I got
yes. Are you kidding me? That's the magic. Do you know what I mean? If you find the one that works, that's your lucky, right? You keep it in
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
Streams and views the devils in the details and figures
I done hit six a few times mark me a beast my nigga
When it comes to rap it’s a wrap dog
That’s why
decades ago
It all started when my dad died in 2014
You know my mom prayed for me when I was locked up in Austin
(This little light of mine, I’m going
a quarter
Half price
Well, my telephone rang it would not stop
It's President Kennedy callin' me up
He said, My friend, Bob, what do we need to make
a quarter
Half price
Well, my telephone rang it would not stop
It's President Kennedy callin' me up
He said, My friend, Bob, what do we need to make
face wipes that ass clean now time to get tipsy and don't want a bitch
if she can't rub the balls like a gypsy. Who's all in? Since you put yourself
face wipes that ass clean now time to get tipsy and don't want a bitch
if she can't rub the balls like a gypsy. Who's all in? Since you put yourself
their hearts to beat when they see me in person
How is it a 50/50 if I need reimbursing?
They can't drink from my table
If they're not putting
Degree me
Degree me
Degree me
Degree me
Party at my place, tell your friend to bring a friend
Tonight we going up like B.o.B in 2010
(Airplanes)
Degree me
ready
Are you turned on
Are you loaded
Let's get it on
Stargazer if you don't like what you see
Start gazing at the stars in me yeah
Duly elected
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