Lyrics:
wonder
Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightening ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
I
wasn't born yesterday!
Heh heh heh!
Wait a minute...
I like that little dance you were doin' there...
(jeff simmons tries to corrupt napoleon murphy brock
that the refugees bring
Ooh la la la la la la lalala la lah
Sweet thing
Yeah, Yeah (yeah, yeah)
She love me like she never before, ayy
I sit
ho?
No you might offend some women.
So basically we can't sing anything?
I think that a bunch of bull biiiip.
Softer George it's more effective.
for life
We got cops killing civilians
Like its alright hmm
Y’all don’t really give a fuck
Thats why I look up to the sky
And I’m praying to God that
get high
I might wave hi..
.. at a pretty young girl that walk by
But yo, you all that, you can't stop?
A-with the weave in your head like a mop?
'bout the finer things in life
like some late night horseback ridin',
sippin' some southern homemade wine.
If a little two steppin', star gazin',
Write a little save-a-hoe speech all these fake-ass hoes
Fake punk-ass bitches
Do you know what i mean?
Fuckin'em up like this, man...
$hort
heartbeats props)
Seems like you wondered each day if the Underground
Is going to stay down with the funky beats
Even if you know that I'm a junkie for
And we can't believe really that so
Many things have happened in
Between already! Just before I pass
You over to Paul
(Arf-arf! Arf-arf) I'd like to say
D'void of funk so my set don't Slop
I'm kind of Cosmic like Vernon
I rap around the mic like Fuzzy
And like Starchild and Grady
I grab the funk by the neck
and both of 'em locked
And they're loaded, like cocked twin Glocks that I'm holdin'
You better pause when you see these two dots on your colon
Fuckin' punks,
the beginning, oh!
I be with a bitch that
Look like Kim Kardashian
Shitting on these niggas not by purpose
But by accident big cribs, I be 'laxing in
(Ho) , you
and a style
Man as fraud, and just wha day mi hear
She live a tenament yard, man a treat har like dog
She all a borrow all george and just wha day mi hear
mine
Thank God for all the little things
Like windows down and George Strait
I wouldn't have it any other way
Oh, no
Cause I love floating down
a little trippy, then I transitioned (yeah)
New attitude mixed with that pure raw (uh)
The night game, your girl called
She like, "Do me, baby, down
a little trippy, then I transitioned (yeah)
New attitude mixed with that pure raw (uh)
The night game, your girl called
She like, "Do me, baby, down
I got niggas who been hungry
Did they thing to make that paper
Told my niggas you do twice more to get half
Cause they still racist
I feel funny when
that the refugees bring
Ooh la la la la la la lalala la lah
Sweet thing
Yeah, Yeah (yeah, yeah)
She love me like she never before, ayy
I sit
the studio
To be co-produced by George Martin and Jeff Lynne
And Ringo disappointed to find that no one
Needs him anymore except for the vibe
Because he's been
Hand rubbing, I'm a fly on this
Chicago drive by, it's getting serious
Where your crew? Like George I'm just curious
Vaness I'm high on this beat call me
on a journey through all the things that challenge me
If all I had to do was take you on a Journey to rid the world of a little brutality
You best believe I
baby's on the tailgate
And you're stealing those kisses to a little George Strait
That's how we're rocking, that's how we roll
As long as there's country
baby's on the tailgate
And you're stealing those kisses to a little George Strait
That's how we're rocking, that's how we roll
As long as there's country
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