Lyrics:
I'll mail you back the key
Well, I woke up in the morning
With an arrow through my nose
There was an Indian in the corner
Trying on my clothes
I'll mail you back the key
Well, I woke up in the morning
With an arrow through my nose
There was an Indian in the corner
Trying on my clothes
Plans got panned out by not taking handouts
Tandem mandem, two men in a phantom
Hand 'em hand guns and see how that pans out
Acting like they active but
Sold, your number, sir? Thank you
Lot 665, ladies and gentlemen
A poster for this house's production of "Hannibal" by Chalumeau.
Showing here.
Grazing in the field
Only dense woods and glens
And roaring wild beasts
Men and women
In tatters
But I happened into a house
When I met some people
to me I didn't hear a thing
I was already planning a honeymoon
Cause the best years of my life
Are right by your side
You better get a little place
the gat
Run up where you livin’ at
Like
Wooh
Kick in the door
Take back my home
Take you prisoner of war
The tide shifted before
Ima give waterboard
we'll have fought until the end
If my strength fails and we both fall
I'll meet you again, my friend, in Valhalla
Waste of magic power, breaking these
Check me out now
Its a lifestyle
Smoking on that loud
Im here for a while
I went up in her house
I like her black and mild
Feeling like a boss
She's
it's just me and you we having sex
This goes out to my ladies in little rock
That don't lay on no little cock
That'll rock that little postropedic
Till
OG's hoopin' at the school house & shootin' dice
In & out the pen, real niggas might ? nice
Made this hog get the brew
Made me hit the weed
Eatin'
around while my main out of town (yea)
I'm thinking she know me she know me by now (yea)
Yes I'm a dog in need of a bone (yea)
Too many women can't leave
bank account
Shoot my shot, I'ma make it count
(Hey there, uh, kid)
(We've been looking for this little punk by the name of Yung Pinch)
(Uh, he's
This would have been our wedding house
But you changed you mind
The light through the windows is glistening
In all the glass pieces falling beneath my
(intro)
Yeah
Oohhhh
We got a hood ratz in the house right
Would you like a tongue bath babe ?
They say they like tongue bath
(from the back)
So, uh
no heart
No hours, every day is a tally mark
We hid while they went in the ark, two by two
When he was gone we danced under the moon
My grandfather
flint
Yeah I smoke and stay gone but I know where I been
And 50 cent song got me dodging many men
The d on my hate is David in the lions den
Plus I knew
And yo' bitch ain't shit, nigga
I done brought her to my house, fucked her
Oh, put it in my ass, no, no, no, no not ya dick, ya whole fist
I turned
are caged
Very hard to escape
Praying hard everyday
Black men black power
Please break it God Father
Rap3.
Somebody wake me, I’m sleeping
Playing in my
sat by myself all day
You miss me, huh?
I was so lost back then.
But with a little help from my friends, I found a light in the tunnel
you by tomorrow
Keeping my distance and I don't leave or do anything
It's just me in my bedroom with just a blanket that's on the floor
I'm sick
breath and I really wanna leave
But my soul's stuck
Now I'm just another ghost in the house
And every Halloween
I'm the unseen that tries to take you out
Christ is
And he never hung with the Saints it makes no sense to save the righteous
By the age ten, we were caged in
Now they raise men in the state pen
Little by little I'm stacking my cheddar and spending a couple to hold all my pants up
Been at the top of my game for a minute now so when I walk in
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