Lyrics:
a fiend fuckin' little Raheem
Damn, drugs will make you do terrible things
He told me when he get out he's murdering by any means
The day came I saw him
a fiend fuckin' little Raheem
Damn, drugs will make you do terrible things
He told me when he get out he's murdering by any means
The day came I saw him
Dear Lord,
Little Tommy Tucker used to sing for himself
Because he never had no mommy to take care of him each day
Found a way of living, though
Oh, little town of Bethlehem
How still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shine
Oh little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth,
Oh little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth,
Oh, little town of Bethlehem
How still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shine
Old Blue Eyes
Maybe Jesus gonna have yourself a good birthday
And Mary lay down on that first Christmas day
She gots a God in the oven
Everybody coming
but shackled by the hands of time
And if I pay my dues will I be free from the crime
Because I don't believe that the world is truly mine
Niggas out
The angel Gabriel from heaven came
With wings as drifted snow, with eyes as flame
"All hail to thee, O lowly maiden Mary
Most highly favored lady."
can start by telling me your name
I ain’t really tryna play games
We can sit back and smoke Mary Jane
Or I can sit back and analyze your brain
See it’s
You can start by telling me your name
I ain’t really tryna play games
We can sit back and smoke Mary Jane
Or I can sit back and analyze your brain
and every day until Christmas I'd get a piece of chocolate, and it was a really nice tradition. I'd like to do that with little Maxi, if you're okay with
something, woah
I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin'
I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin'
I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin'
I'll chip a nigga
(Merry Christmas)
Don't call if it ain't about the money (Ahh)
Lizzy man she be more than my honey (My honey)
Pick a time I can jook on the punani (Uh)
lately
Freaky every time she see me
Thats my little throat baby
These hundreds make her cum but
A real nigga could make her crazy
Due diligence my friend
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
the morning
Christmas mourning
Pipes are bursting all over town
And the snowpack's getting deeper
Fast asleep by the television
Mariah's on the speakers
They
Good people all this Christmas time
Consider well and bear in mind
What our good God for us has done
In sending His beloved Son
With Mary holy we
LITTLE MUSGROVE AND LADY BARNSWELL
source: “British Ballads From Maine: The Development of Popular Songs with Texts and Airs” by Phillips Barry,
In my headphones
Homie I bang a little bit of Big, little bit of Pac in there
In my headphones
Keep me a little Hov, little Face, little bit of Nas
Christ
Or a messiah by my side
I can't believe in anything
I know that mary lied
Sent you up today
Could've got in your way
Oh mary lied
Do you
Oh little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth,
Oh little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth,
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