Lyrics:
When you're from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you're from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way
on just try.
We three kings of Asia are.
That sounds like horse biiiip
Oh lord, okay. How ‘bout Little Drummer boy?
Nope, that offends short people.
done, I'll say no mas
But when I pass it to Mayer, it ain't no John, woah!
This little drummer boy is a star, feel like a newer Ringo
Been a body built
I'll be on my way
I'm on my way
I'm on my
Moving at my pace
Moving at my own pace
I'll be on my way
I'm on my way
I'm on my
Little drummer boy march
Energy made this one
Never trippin bout no bitches cuz I tie shoes
20 racks all blues, that's what I do
On a money mission, got me feelin like I
catch you in traffic
20-round clip, curved magazine
And you could leave the Earth over small, little things
John Gotti hit the cake, go bada bing
And you
catch you in traffic
20-round clip, curved magazine
And you could leave the Earth over small, little things
John Gotti hit the cake, go bada bing
And you
Rum-tiddy-tum like the little drummer boy song
Here comes the landlord at the door, ding dong
Is it wrong that my momma sticks a fat-ass thong
Up his anal
Paid twenty on my VV's
By now you shouldn't be confused
You should understand that this
Gon' sound different you dig?
(Precious sacred seems unfold)
Twenty one boy twenty one
Now you were just a young feller son the night your mama died
You don't remember but we
the pain
Because we comin down and my little boys gone wreck
We comin down, yellow broads we puttin hoes in check
(?) (20:55)
Here we goin and the sweets
the pain
Because we comin down and my little boys gone wreck
We comin down, yellow broads we puttin hoes in check
(?) [20:55]
Here we goin and the sweets are
to the island
himmina, humani, see, himina, humini, see,
My DJ go by the name of Jazzy, little chest big tummy
Watch the man rip the wheels and a
It's
Bobby Trucks was a fat little boy
Living in a shitty little town
Every recess the dodge ball flew
And knocked poor Bobby down
4:00 when he got
Because we comin down and my
Little boys gone wreck
We comin down, yellow broads we
Puttin hoes in check
[Verse 6: Kay-Luv] 20:55
Yea we goin
Because we comin down and my
Little boys gone wreck
We comin down, yellow broads we
Puttin hoes in check
[Verse 6: Kay-Luv] 20:55
Yea we goin
to the island
himmina, humani, see, himina, humini, see,
My DJ go by the name of Jazzy, little chest big tummy
Watch the man rip the wheels and a
It's
We bout to get busy ol skool style
Yo jazzy on the wheels me on the m-i-c
Lets seewe got a couple of new additions
Sumthin new age
We got little john
a nigga twenty
I done really turnt myself into a man
Wish I had a time machine to go back
There's certain little shit I wanna do again
Life keep going I
We understand each other
Bull!
You hear some distant drummer play
I think we understand each other
Have you no else to offer?
Poor boy!
I have
Who am I, boy?
Man it goes a little deeper
The closest I can get is I'm the ether through your speakers
I'm a TUL departer (yup), ATL starter
on the dresser
Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser
Who killed little boy, who killed little boy?
Rat infested hallways, no escape, no escape
From
chart
To see if it was safe to go outside
And little Early-Pearly came by in her curly-wurly
And asked me if I needed a ride
Oh, some hazard from
chart
To see if it was safe to go outside
And little Early-Pearly came by in her curly-wurly
And asked me if I needed a ride
Oh, some hazard from
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