Lyrics:
love you
Ahh! I'ma groupie for life, about nine wife
All the babies are mine, save a child life
No more doctors deliverin my babies
a shame how this life
Is stressin' me out
Since a baby I was Blue
Guess I'm only Destiny's Child
It's a shame
There's only been one that's
Bless with
titties bounce
Yungg Moose verse 1
Yea we're in the club hear it pound we're here in town,
Gettin loud we're vibing proud,
Get the crowd jumpin,
Now let
We jumpin up in the car hard,
Feel like a star child,
I’m comin in with the fly bars,
I’m tryna get out of my mind,
When I’m in my mind
I’m calling
survive, like your grandma recipe
(Survive) like a Child with a Destiny
Survive like a Cuban holdin' piece of wood floatin' to Miami
Like, Elian Gonzalez
for old time's sake
Yo Jeff! (WHAT?) Pump up the bass!
I . like . my . music . loud!
The volume, pumpin, the kickdrum thumpin
The people jumpin
to this masterpiece
Of poetry, by now you know it's me
Poet, creativity, pushin, to out destiny
I am on the M-I-C, Jeffery is the Disc Jockey
And to keep us
Call me by my name
And in that time of prayer and waiting
Where doubt and reason dwell
A jury sat deliberating
All is lost
Or all is well
Home,
survive, like your grandma recipe
(Survive) like a Child with a Destiny
Survive like a Cuban holdin' piece of wood floatin' to Miami
Like, Elian Gonzalez
Wrap the dope up, just like a cocoon
Pick ya hoe up then we ride in the coupe
Got like 3 bitches, multiplied by 2
Poured up a 4, but was stuck
with the high-top fades
It doesn't matter if you're shy or wild
It's done by all, man or child
Keep shakin' your head, like a goose
And bob your body
love you
Ahh! I'ma groupie for life, about nine wife
All the babies are mine, save a child life
No more doctors deliverin my babies
(La musica de Harry Fraud)
You know how this street shit go
What y'all niggas expect from me? It was destiny
I grinded accessibly, put rocks
Livin' wit anxiety (Live)
Ancestors inside of me
In the cut
Imma be
With Mama Bee
Smokin' three: poly tree
Jumpin' out the Audi we,
Ought to be
the realist out ain't no need for discussion
Destiny's Child, got the whole spot jumpin yo boyfriend a lame and he stink he a Funyun
Oh that might strike
of niggas
Shit really get real
I drop the top on the wheels
Hatin don’t know how that feel
Out in the field
Somethin like destiny’s child cause I just be
Destiny's Child
And so it's jumpin'
CHORUS
Everybody
Get your Thanksgiving on
Happy Thanksgiving
Get your Thanksgiving on
It's
of Compton
We don't need Destiny's Child to get it jumpin
Hoes be stretchin us out, it ain't nothin
Everything from the crib to the car be dirty
Who are we?
Destiny’s Child
And so it’s jumpin’
CHORUS
Everybody
Get your Thanksgiving on
Happy Thanksgiving
Get your Thanksgiving on
It’s
of Compton
We don't need Destiny's Child to get it jumpin
Hoes be stretchin us out, it ain't nothin
Everything from the crib to the car be dirty
Who are we?
to this masterpiece
Of poetry, by now you know it's me
Poet, creativity, pushin, to out destiny
I am on the M-I-C, Jeffery is the Disc Jockey
And to keep us
another customer
Posing as a decoy, partner kinda muscular
I buy & bust, tustle my way up out the iron cuffs
Narcs is jumpin out the sky, knowing I supply
been doin' that border, but that nigga would drown
My block been infiltrated by uh whole lot of fake ass niggas
Scared ass niggas, won't even bust uh
Oooo child I know what you're sayin'
Hey ladies! I said homegirls!
We've been goin' for the dog doo
It's gettin' to be a real drag
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