Lyrics:
and the clean roll
I went up for my shit n came down with mine
I Knew what was at steak when I had a dime
Everyone die but the gun undefeated
Pop at a nigga
a truck load
and ima count it all up n say adios
P-mobb i was raised by the capos
and its funny how the picture got cropped tho
stick boys and we grew up
thought it funny
Hunny won't you hold my past against me if I paint it to you nice n bloody
teehee
sss so slyther to my stone Mr Potter
N offer a Weasly
the money spent?
Gun and roses
Protection affection
I won't raise my son on building collections, more connections
Don't be out here with checklist boy, don't
COMMENTATOR 1:
Were off.
England looking to get forward. Strong start by the boys in white, keeping the ball well. Long ball forward by Hope, but
never known the lovin' of a man
But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand
There's a boy here in town says he'll love me forever
Who would have
bitty, run up the benjis, I'm talkin hundos
I'm too nice with this shit , lil baby I need a freak ho
Ballin on you n****s i's too easy that's a free throw
shit and I Doo Doo Brown 'em
I punish these boys, I ground 'em
Yeah, and these funny ass boys, I clowned 'em
I'm laughin' so hard, laugh louder
Yeah,
ass was to piss up
By me or anyone of my boys I bust you in yo mouth and
You still talkin' noise try'na get yo rep on knowin' that you fake
he's amble
2 kill who eva on the run
Live and die wtih the gun
He layin up wita Bun
She sucks em up till he cums
500k n the duffle bag back 2 loadin them
Francois:
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Demon voice:
(flesh flesh...) {laughs} come on boy with that force you can fake like you
Whores but if you ain't rollin' with the lord (bitch ass
We send them big trucks way up in the air
And snatch up big booty Bettys by the pair
My boys and dem boys really don't compare
Country boy, city
with the plug out
Lemme hit that gun what I see what I learned out
Yeah
Send me the weed I just wanna burn out
Man told your boy man stop that
to gently caress you
Like two warm ballas in a nice cold palm
Make you feel strange when the mic’s on
Ok, this is my song
Now Max, fok jou, ek dink jy’s ‘n
like me
You gotta check yourself over
Put a front up, you see
I wanna be like the boys on TV
Wear big coats and suit guns around
I wanna get a girl
her, no
I got the spice
Spice, spice, spice, spice, spice, spice (boy, you got that spice)
I got the spice (spice, spice, spice)
Damn, like who them be
and 80. So what's the price baby holla at me ross I comin through wit Jada another D block boss 2 guns down t shirt with these all crown I meetin rose
Now it's mail you ain't writing back
We was out pharma in the sprite remix
Smoke'n NYC and you ain't like that
I call the brick man cause you ain't like
bastard go and ask Shelly
I get gash by the hour gash by the ferry
Just cause you seen my face on the telly
I be titty sucking n fucking n cocking a legging
don't even need a Molly
Not even a bullet can stop me
I keep my pistol right by side me
Nah I'm kidding you think with a gun I have the balls to shoot
I'm all washed out by the side of the road
Broken bones Matilda left a note and a rose
Sayin', "Baby honey child, I've loved you so long
But you
the color of roses
And your ringlets tightly plaited
Alas that we're not married
Or on board ship sailing away
The boys around here are
Laughing and getting
on the news
Get stabbed by the cuts on the Kwest beat
Respect beef
Marty McFly shit, get knocked into next week
What does the future hold? Bullets
Going
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