Lyrics:
breaking bread and passing' Bob Marley
Like Tom Hardy speak of the devil he shall appear
So many people lose their lives and join us every year
Prodigy
Yeah i do it for the sport
For the sport haha
Uh jammin', jammin’
Jammin' like Bob Marley's cousin
Pop yo bitches stomach while
You fucking cuddling
everyone by the smile upon their face.
Down at Colonel Tom's just around the bend.
If you need a little heaven, you better come on in.
Well it's
just testing
Hey its Tom on the ones and twos are you hearing me
Shooting for the stars and the moon i got no limits
No shame fuck fame man i do this coz
just testing
Hey its Tom on the ones and twos are you hearing me
Shooting for the stars and the moon i got no limits
No shame fuck fame man i do this coz
fallin
For me
It's always a movie witchu
Not NLE but I'll take a Tom wit me when I cruise
If u step up yo yard'll get stomped by my dudes
Like a football
children,
is from the Philippines, has just completed his training for the priesthood
in Spain and has received his first assignment: Bray, Ireland. Bray is
He'll be standin' by me
Just another half of
The two headed freak
But I need him like
My heart needs to beat
At this point
In this friendly verse
friends
He's as close to me as a friend can be
I'll be standin' by my buddy he'll be standin' by me
Just another half of the two headed freak
But I
or planes for them to easily get about
Only horses and carts and hope-filled hearts led by men both brave and stout
But when a wagon wheel broke near a grove
with a semi
Call of Duty closet, toting on my remi
She be trying to fuck on my boner like she SEBii
Posted with a nina, tech nina, that's a heater
Yeah
It's just an excuse
For you to maintain
Social distance
From these lyrics
It's evident
I was created in a lab
With deceptiveness
I created on a table
like the RZA, like Nas, like Jay
'Cause I mastered the flow from back in the day
Respected by my peers from Drizzy to Cole to Kenny
Thank you for
wanna
Looking for smoke like a stoner
He play the he gone be a goner
Taking blood like a donor
It's a stick up like a boner
Masked up killing shit like
and grab the first guy
Drag him off, pulling him by the burka
He said this is racist
Leaving me no choice but to taze him
And then I checked his butt for
huh
Time for lil momma to go up and bring the love
Lil momma bring the love
Clap your hands like this
Bob your head like this
Bob your head like this
Cheer up, it might never happen
Drive-by shootings on the streets of Clapham
Jackboots booting right across the map
And daddy's gone 'a looking
Back in the mother fuckin saddle
My six shooter strapped and I'm lookin for a battle
Out on the plains I'm just a loner
My saddle horn rubs right
in and out my head
Hooded death gets a boner
Every year that goes by
I just seem to get older
And the tide goes up and
The water washes over
And I
to the metal
I'm rugged and rough for Cocoa Puffs, and yes, I love my Fruity Pebbles
So howdy, my partner, I starts to get meaner
So ask Bob for hope, nope,
up the recipe, stir up a conflict
Wait for the pan to simmer then begin
I mash a profit state of mind and I follow by Gandhi
If you are not original
the way that you have garnered attention
Them schools been closed, yet somehow you here dressed for detention
That ain't a problem to me, i just got
a little old country boy
Just a young'un in my teens
I don't gamble, drink or swear
And she did this to me
Mama said son you're going to fall
For that common
is fat and all that
Pack smack, jaw crack, after that
Can I get my balls back?
Nigga don't front, just pass the blunt
I freak the funk for the trunks
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