Lyrics:
know, in my heart
That there's way more people out there lovin' than it is hatin'
Ain't that right, huh?
Well this is what we gon' do
I want all
people
Happy people baby, happy people
Wayne Williams keep the groove right there baby
We gon' have some fun
Chocolate Factory
My people
Now we all
William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
swing afternoon
I can hear music from somewhere inside
The faint sound of a Hank Williams tune
I just caught the smell of a blackberry pie
On this
(say what?)
Who you think she fuckin' with? (What?) Look here
My, Eastside lifestyle is way foul, move the crowd
Point a pistol at you bitch niggas,
(say what?)
Who you think she fuckin' with? (What?) Look here
My, Eastside lifestyle is way foul, move the crowd
Point a pistol at you bitch niggas,
to call me ya blood
I gotta be good
For you to see that I'm good
From Hype Williams
To No Ceilings
To Trap Trillest
To In My Feelings
I, pop a wheelie
Off
too foreigner, yeah
For my place, you no need Visa (no need Visa)
We get allowed to swing
(Ah, swingin', swingin')
We get allowed to swing
(Ah,
know, in my heart
That there's way more people out there lovin' than it is hatin'
Ain't that right, huh?
Well this is what we gon' do
I want all
swing my long shank and finish him
You got a problem, solve that
Aim for his egg, yo, crack it and yoke that
Yo, if he scrambles, fry him and smoke that
your little star
cnd then ya
Swing my way
Swing my way
Brooklyn, New York is where I stay
So come on tough guy, swing my way
Drifting down the stairs
Way back in the corner
By my daddy's fire place
There was an old guitar
In a worn out case
He didn't play it often
But he played it mighty fine
really Billy Danze?) Who the fuck you think it is?
By the law of the street, the best way to track his ass
Is to catch his ass (wet his ass) and to jack
between
And I'll explain just what I mean
If you wear cowgirl boots
You're trying way too hard
But you better love that
Hank Williams Jr. song
There's no
having all these mood swings
Is it real or are you lonely
You're playing with me, you're playing with me
I'm letting you get way too close to me
To be
knew the fella could play
Dig him
By the things he heard his right hand say
(Now, we're gonna romp)
(There was no doubtin' that the man could swing
vibes (yah-yah)
Ring my boys like ""Swing by"" (swing by)
You know, we know how to play right (yeah-yeah)
And nou re ja di swing (swing)
Coolin' in
In cuttin' and haulin' in frost and in snow
We're up against troubles that few people know
It's only by courage and patience and grit
And eatin'
William Shakespeare
Yeah
William Shakespeare
Yeah
William Shakespeare
She said maybe I'm the one for her
And maybe she's the one for me
I've never let my
that I live in it was labeled as a trap
From Dayton all the way to LA you can ask my nigga Willie
Ran up 50 in yo city I can eye I don't need a scaley
standin' there, where the boats go by
When the sun is sinking way over the hill
On a Friday evening when the sun goes down
On the outskirts of town, I
Mood Swings
I be in my feelings having Mood swings
Don't know how to feel so I just do things
Yea
Mood Swings
I be in my feelings having Mood swings
Wow, we in stereo?
Question for the ages
What's going on with my back pages?
Rappers wanna be down, but listen listen
You got to feel it within
Wow, we in stereo?
Question for the ages
What's going on with my back pages?
Rappers wanna be down, but listen listen
You got to feel it within
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