Lyrics:
the funds
Put a 10 on fuel and a 10 on some B&H Blue and a 10 on the Rum
My daughter won't ever react like her mother concerning someone's else son
Are you
yellow bellied, son of tricky Dicky is
Gonna mother hubbard, soft soap me with just a pocket full of oil,
Money for oil,
Money for oil.
I'm sick
[Uncle Howie]
"Glenwood mother-fuckin' Projects, that was the fuckin' place man. Fuckin'
crack smoking all night. Cookin' it up, sellin' C4,
they own dough
And stay lowkey
Ain’t nobody gotta know
What I do behind these curtains
My bills paid, I’m workin
My bills paid and I’m workin’
My son
wind shield wipe smudge glass how I'm curbing em
Pull over with the easy hand
Hand a couple bills to the Squeegee Man
Man this shit is just so goddamn
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
the neighborhood.
His mother saw her son would not change
so she sold her husband's tailor shop with all its
contents and began spinning yarn to make a living.
One
blacked out and when it happened
A gay man took me out, fuck
Maybe I have AIDS or
Some other STD I’m not aware of, may it kill
Me, may it take me away
nigga
The kids scared to play outside
Ain’t no fun nigga
Grindin’ hard everyday to get some funds nigga
I got 1 fuckin daughter
And I got 6 mother fuckin
mother's ballgown
I'm son of a stubborn old one track jackal prince
Trucking with prime directive just to get the goods and never fall down
Ate the city
Hillary when Bill was willingly tipping Monica
Demonic, son, paying homage to Samhain under a cryptic moniker
Close your eyes and know the ghost inside
All of the clocks keep ticking, and time keeps flowing
Everyone that I hold dearly, I try to keep them close
'Cause some of them get bitten by
still will sell some girl to a Piperboy
I got lots of bills
He a veteran but three Letterman
On my cock for real
I feel that nigga there should disappear
Draggin' her wagon knowin' fellas be flaggin' and frontin'
Hopin, by keepin' her gear, wear and hair dope
And some really Big Willie nigga'll dig her
Draggin' her wagon knowin' fellas be flaggin' and frontin'
Hopin, by keepin' her gear, wear and hair dope
And some really Big Willie nigga'll dig her
all gonna make mistakes
Mothers bury sons in the grave
I know that it hurt Lord please take the pain away
No such thing as a safe street in the state
No
people gonna miss him?
Will they even be surprised?
Will he rot in hell haunted by his own mothers cries?
Will he spend eternity surrounded by all his
from what you do
Who ya crew
Who the one you smoke and chill wit
Who ya god sisters and ya cousins
Girl where ya mother
And her mother
With all due
no more
You ain't the first to be dumped by a goddamned whore
Crazy mother fuckers fighting over hos
Stealing for their asses and jumping out
left him to die like a ramp on the street.
[Chorus]
He was some mother's darlin', he was some mother's son;
Once he was fair and once he was
to my dream (Hibrido, hibirido)
Working hard to pay the bills (Pay the bills)
My mother told me I could fly away (Ella lo dijo una vez)
Gonna make
time I win
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George, any damn thing but Sue, I still hate that name, yeah
time I win
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George, any damn thing but Sue, I still hate that name, yeah
better to do it
Everybody on dat
I smell weed
I see nigga to sippin
Y'all niggas need start tippin
I'm see the Ying Yang
Some of these bitches be
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