Lyrics:
back from his fatal accident to beatmaking and rapping
But, we the future, Whitney Houston told me that
And it's gon' take more than a bullet in
Sticks and stones might break my bones
But a nigga would never cross me tic tac toe
Go run till they love me catch my roll
Ain't no other nigga above
gonna marry the woman I love
Down by the Wexford border
She was Nancy Mulligan
And I was William Sheeran
She took my name and then we were one
Down
Plains
Like William Wallace and Michael Collins
Beat you down
Scream on you like I'm Henry Rollins
Get outta my way when I'm blasting my gun
Got 99 bullets
shit to you (facts)
I love you more than Wendy Williams loves tea (tea)
Probably love you more than Adam ever loved Eve (Eve)
And if you killed
shoes
And we can leave this place for good
I've been hit by a bullet (Hit by a bullet)
I've been hit by a bullet (Hit by a bullet)
I've been hit by
stadium
Style qua-zillion
Check y’all minimum
Last time we checked your properties you only own talks
And I’m the action owner
Duncan William
I hear
is all overseen by my man will
As I walk through the valley shadow of death
I know that I ain't got much time left
And they don't really wanna see
cheeks like a rose, and in jacket so blue,
'Twas William stood by Mary's side.
Forgive me, dear maid, then William he said,
Your love it was only I tried,
quick to shoot it
So hit the switch, punk blew it, and bang the music
[Hook: P. Dot (The Reverend William Black)]
I don't care what it takes, we gon'
girl gimme brain
That's the remedy, our love is purely vain vain
I am the one
All of these rappers those are my sons
I ain't gone front
I don't pull
love so dear.”
“If William Taylor is your true lover,
Well, a false-hearted man is he;
For tomorrow morning he's going to be married,
To some lady
of the dead,
One night a rapping came,
Upon her window pane,
In ghostly white her William beckoned her upon his steed,
With hellish speed they rode by open
It's Q-Tip, the ass-jack
Will.i.am and Sergio
Q-tip steady rockin' on yo' radio
It's the eh, it's the ethnic
It's the hip hop dance, let's sing
[Pharrell Williams] Yo, wave your hands in the air
if ya came to party (party)
Get down, baby, we get down. Neptunes, Most Wanted baby, we get down
plant back every tree whey yuh root-up
To how me love the herb…me got it store by the drums
So I no want nuh bullet fi full nuh guns
All me want a some
One night, he jumped out the car
and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
night, he jumped out the car
And caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be
favorite spot
Plus I like it there, 'cause I got love on the list
High powered juice, where I don't even get frisked
Walk up in the place and get love
Like a Love Love Love Bullet
(I'm gonna shoot you)
And I'm gonna shoot shoot you
Like a Love Love Love Bullet
(I'm gonna shoot you)
Sometimes love gonna
Make Rose start to rain
And Willie takes her hand
It's getting late and the little ones yawn
They're ready for Christmas day
William and Rose by
And Willie takes her hand It's getting late and the little ones yawn They're ready for Christmas day William and Rose by the light of the embers Kiss
A postcard of Byron by the bed
It's a reminder of every word that he said
To die in the arms of a twenty year old
A figure of porcelain with moves
involved
How is path ain't adored
How the fuck they laughin', I can blast through the door
Ain't fathom havin' so much cash in the drawer
First they love
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