Lyrics:
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We just gettin' rich by any means (argh!)
I keep twenty-thousand dollars in any jeans (by any means)
Yeah, we gettin' rich by any means
But I will
No he can't yeah she can't
But I will
Que made the beat by the way
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But I will
Suburb swerving man I gotta watch
mean it was kinda hard at the office today but I got by though
Hey, ok, lets go but I gotta go he comin upstairs
Oh word, oh alright ok cool
Hey...I
I inseminate manners
Can catch a faggot by his toe, and ask him where he's headed (Where?)
Hand me your dignity, I'm armed and dangerous
Don't be
Can’t do this all, no use in helping, you would come rescue me,
Somehow your love will set me free
Now, I can let my life pass me by, can’t get
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Harry: (to thing-fish)
Anything you say, master! take me, I'm yours!
sing to Lauren Bacall
And it's called Berlin
By Berlin, by the wall
You were five foot, ten inches tall
It was oh-so nice
Hey honey, it was
sing to Lauren Bacall
And it's called Berlin
By Berlin, by the wall
You were five foot, ten inches tall
It was oh-so nice
Hey honey, it was
went wrong
Can we outdo ourselves in the future
I don’t know, I just wanna feel the
Summer kiss on my lips, oh my
Sleepin in heaven on a deep pink sky
the drain
An elephant singing up a tree
Don't you
I've got a marshmallow car
Tinfoil wings
A ten-foot babe doing the spins
A couple of buffaloes hitting
him he wants to be free
He's got no one trying to help him or to save me
Raised by family but not his mom
Bobby at a young age was banished to Guam
worry, my nigga, get part of the clip
So I got it right back (right back)
By the way, way that it's going down, it's been going up
I can't hold nothing
me, I hope they lock me
Instead they speed ahead yo, nigga, watch me
I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my peeps caught
Up in
Chased out back
By a hillbilly throng
c shotgun wedding
I'm gone daddy gone
Sing with me now
cnother foot wrong
Join in the chorus
It's a run away song
you're gone
Oh how cruel and wrong!
You're holding on for too long
It's unjust
Unfaithful and lust
If you could move on from what's done
Then maybe I won't
the oppertunity
By saying something ass and I've
gotta wash this mouth of mine.
I sure said the wrong thing right then
Try to forgive
I'll never say that again
Foot on the gas I will never brake (Never never)
Going through relapse
Through another phase
Hypnotized by her lies
In disguise
One look in her
flavors, lift ya pink and clink
Something to sip savor, made ya blink and think
Stay puffin the piff, paper-making-hits ain't cheap!
Yep, and I flew Jamaican
Tell em I'm good
Workin on my growth
Imma do what I should
Book a lotta shows
Bring the bread by the foot
And pretty soon I'm gone
Quicker than they
bother remaining, no more ruminating
Take a chance I bet you won't regret
We'll take life by the horns and ride it into the sunset
Go on without a thought
face in the face of all this opposition?
Would it be so wrong
To sit one out, and get shuffled in the wheel?
Would it be so wrong
To die young, if by
off this tape by December
People tryna get a name, guess they politicin'
Pourin' up a drank, whatchu think I'm sippin
Purple or the pink, whatchu think
at the stars pink sweat suit's
Lapearla drawers girl I'm still trying
To find a flaw
By your side boy here I stand
If you're looking for a lover
Then baby here
(Who made this shit?)
(TayTayMadeTheBeat)
I said right foot creep, ooh, I'm walking with that heater
Look around, stay low, make sure they don't
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