Lyrics:
Oh, gather 'round friends
Why hurry? Let's all stay a little longer
You ought to see my blue eyed Sally
She lives a way down on Shinbone Alley
Uh, dear Mr. President
Whats happenin'?
I'm writin' you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
your man, I ain't tryna stop ya
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]
(Shine) - From my head down to my shoes
(Shine) - Skiiiiirtin on twenty-two's
(Shine) -
Uh dear Mr. President what's happenin'? I'm writin' you because
Shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
like yours that
Left no space for a breather
Then Skepta comes around
With a flow that breaks down
More times than a P-reg Vauxhall Tigra
To book Skepta
stop by willies house and say
Do yall need anything from town?
Hed say no, but why dont yall stop on the way back home?
And Ill get laura mae, yeah,
orange Proddy git
We'll tear it off your back
And stuff it down your throat
Take our advice or pay the price
We certainly won't warn you twice
The tide
I dumped Ashe in my cup
I Need to clean this shit out
Now it's way passed noon
Need to figure shit out
Think I overslept
Can't remember where I was
to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do
beat faster just hearin' the truth (have your heart beat, nigga)
I stick my .40 out the window while I'm steerin' the coupe (uh huh)
We pull up to your
of skin mattered most to them all
One color had the power to make all of the rules
The others were workers and worked just like mules
Deep down inside some
slap a mule and take the life from a donkey
On the other hand, mommy was the type to work two jobs
Never enough money, that's why I got your whole crew
slap a mule and take the life from a donkey
On the other hand, mommy was the type to work two jobs
Never enough money, that's why I got your whole crew
name. Boy, don't worry
Your work's gonna pay off someday”
And I know that it's a long way up but a short way down
That's why I'm working hard to get
Tool
I'm real nigga, you so full
World tours, and you local
All you say this shit on the menu
Give me large fries and I’ll be cool
Put your hands down by
to twist and spin it like that Crash Bandicoot
Man I got that mask on bro and you just hit a pile of TNT
Looks like you're down the wrong road and found your
rupture my mind
Cause i shine when i break just like a glowstick
Just to have a dream to have ya'll addicted in your cars
And turned drug mules trafficking
you were saying
Heard about how you would want it in the worst way
Enough to flip your soul pawn it in the first place
But not enough to have you ready
Artist/Band Jaheim
Song title Could It Be?
Album
Submitted by Terronald
Lyrics Huh, uh yeah
Bout to put it to 'em
With some ghetto slick shit, heh
Listen to your mother warn you
Fore you start a traveling
Women, they born you, love you, and mourn you
But a woman is a sometime thing
Yes a woman
screaming in hell
No such thing as a bail
Nor a saved by the bell
When the heat is for real
Better throw in the towel
Before you empty your bowels
And be
situation to develop yup
Cash rules everything around me
This is definitely the way it's gotta be
For you and me and everybody in this country
Where we do
and bang
If a nigga don't know better peep the game
SUC we running thangs
Finna smash me a nigga
I'm a young gun nigga by the name of Trae
Wrecking this
I'm kissing the devil coochie, finger in her ass
I love the sight of human flesh ripped by glass
I'll stalk a motherfucker while they on they way
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