Lyrics:
didn't know my boy Donnie could play percussion, did you?
I didn't have a clue
Yeah, get busy, Donnie
Yeah
Uh-huh
Hey, check this out Little Train
Go
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
baby's all hands in the air and don't have a care
When her song's on the radio
A little crazy with a blue jean tear
Gets a RayBan's stare just about
at you with them pretty eyes
Left me when I went to prison
Thought I you was a little bigger
But you just like a nigga
Couldn't supply you what you
The Ring
Verse 1:
Then you realize the dream had passed you by like a plane in the sky/
Five hundred miles per hour meteor showers/
Sometimes
danger
Your boy get saluted
Just like a major
But nigga don't play me
Im really a don
All little hitters
Im putting them on
He need a pack
Say he bring it
who got their thumbs in the air
Hey, everything good right now
Little bit of molly make your boy bite down
Thinking I could probably figure out my
but I just supply it now
y'all used to talk, but you're all quiet now
You know what it is that really makes it scrape it
Have a lot of cars,
For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park
clip me cuz I intercept the shipment
I've been sellin' dope since a little boy, I ain't have no choice
Two man operation but I ain't have no voice
I
White powder, mayo spread get the toast
Dope daddy bring the mink for the snow
Push them T's but I get it by the O's
You been blessed by the sick
of the year
When little drummer boys
Bang their rhythm with care
Come on, come on, come on and give up some love
Singing with the choirs and ringing some bells
ourselves warm
Sliding through the night
In the grip of a storm
Come on, come on, come on
It's the time of the year
When little drummer boys
Bang their
to pass the time
But little did you know
While you were telling jokes that time passed you by
Now you a second thought in the back of the head of a major
Yeah Yeah (Yeah)
Footz the drummer on the beat (Ah!)
The khaotic way
She keeps blowing up my phone
And she keeps texting me
She follows me like
Cursed drummer boys
On shrooms
Colorblind ghosts
Unloading blockages
In vain
Antagonistic calligraphers
Fractured throwbacks
Eroded lunatics persecuted
By
I'm telling you, honest to God, for me personally, I want every single Christmas song to get MeTooed. Every single one of them. The Little Drummer Boy
on the floor howling at the moon can I get some more heart beating on my chest like little drummer boy (going rum bum bum pom pom) hitting so hard it can make
a drummer boy
Come and rap this song
Like this before did you now
My long hair coming down
Ink showing I'm back in town yeah it's on bitch
I like to say
Little drummer boy is coming back home
We gather round roasting chestnuts and smores
My perfect Christmas day, who could ask for more
25 days to tick off
our Christmas tree
You're strumming your guitar
Singing "little drummer boy"
As I place the star
There is light inside this darkness
And courage in our
Play with me like a toy
Your little drummer boy
Made in your heart, you know that I'm the real McCoy
By the poinsettias at the party
That's where I'll be
a winter wonderland
Baby come close don't hide
There's a mistletoe above our heads
Mary Do you hear what I hear
That little drummer boy playing Christmas
the kitchen nigga tell me what you want
When you're little legs flipping you ain't even gotta flaunt
I'mma hot boy all night hot boy all day
I do not play
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