Lyrics:
by the way, am I talking? Am I fucking talking to anyone? I couldn't bit my tongue, I'm like, ""Yeah, no, he picked up, I'm just ignoring him."" Then
whore
Drama by the front door, pushing out the back door
Trapping out the bando, leave em' by the trap door
Money bags, money bags
Ten bands, ten
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
Kids next door kick in yo door before the sunrise
Havin Mob Ties, free them guys
All my brothers slide
When its time, I can't even lie
You might wanna
talking all loud
I said fuck Hillery cuz she would've put us at war with the Russians
End of discussion
Now we got a guy with his finger on the button
Don't
I
Niggas where a noose like a neck tie
I won't be a slave to the next guy
This is all we know it's all we know
Yes I
Niggas where a noose like a neck
guy)
When we go out
It's like you're not around
You act like you're too good
To chill, yeah
You talk your sh*t
But you won't stand by it
And when
by
So he could always be there to cut the grass
I can't believe my wife left me for the lawn the boy
The guy just lives next-door
back my soul, stole by one of these foes like Mack Moes
Puttin holes in my old clothes, even stole my pose
Got my sky, fly, who that guy?
Slip 'em my
kirenlinko 47 used by talabans
If I sent the word to my niggas this would be their plan
At his next to kin a fleet of niggas spraying out of a van
couple
And your sweet talking ain't enough
I know you're messing with at least two other guys
You fooled me a long time but the kid is gettin' wise
Don't hug
And your sweet talking ain't enough
I know you're messing with at least two other guys
You fooled me a long time but the kid is gettin' wise, yeah I am!
on knockin' at my door
And I got no time to worry, I'm steady wanting more
Every day is a test, yes, I try hard
But I'm strugglin' with every breath, I pray
She’s looking for something, she’s heard bout the guy
I’ll give you a feeling that money can’t buy
I bet you’ll be mine by the end of the night
Tell me
Can't take man for a spanner
Next time, man, I'm taking a dagger
Now I'm staring at my open door
Marj in the hallway, bawlin' talking 'bout
"How'm I
to take aim
If I tallied everybody
You been talking to
I'd swear you're playing a fuckin game
Of telephone with my name
Well I'm right here tough guy
We can
talking robotic corpse
Shut the door, better keep it closed
What's behind it? I don't wanna know
Why am I working for minimum wage?
If I could be killed
dealin' with no ordinary guy
So while he was a-talking I was thinkin' up my plan
Then my fingers did the walkin' on the telephone man
Singin' hey
at my like a cow looks at an oncoming train
And she leaned right down next to me
And she said "It's good for you"
And then she tied me to the wall
Here we have Larry Hoover's lawyer
With us today and
It’s a prisoner that we're focused on he has
Six life sentences and they have
Him next
(Ryder, not this again)
Oi
It's YM
Live from the Wok
Soon Home
Free the guys
100 Times
Fuck the waigons
You get it?
You don't wanna see man hop out
questions to be the,
Beginning and the end to misses
So,
I opened the door,
See buddy talking to her, he got two homeboys in the kitchen
They all looking
With who
The girl next door, you know
Yo man
Fuck, knock down your next door
Uh, running like Barry, niggas be scary
Don't, don't gotta chop thats
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