Lyrics:
a milly like Mandy and Billy
The reaper calling on my name steady trying to kill me
It’s silly
Your girl wanna feel me she talking so filthy
She know what’s
I sat down and put a fifty on the bar
A whiskey and a beer, let's forget where we are
And keep 'em coming till I drink that whole grant up
Filling
it's only brick and stone
I love small towns and I love big crowds, I guess that's just how I roll
'Cause I'm surrounded by the people that I love
the blackbucket hearse
With the rusty grill a chrome
Picking up the homies
We get them one by one
If you ain't Psychopathic Ryda, boy, you cannot come (bump)
skullcap
We're coming to your town
We'll help you party down
(Chorus 2x)
Spoken by Trey [with asides by Fishman]:
Once upon a time Far far away from here
seventy seven
First Bunker Hill then we bust down in Yorktown
Once a mustard seed now we running this whole town
Hear the silversmith his name is Paul
talking reckless but I'm not afraid of them
B o three zombies, yeah, I'm just gone laser them
Like Sean Paul say I got to get busy
Pon de replay, you know I
by the 9
Fuck the dumb shit, I run this, a whole life of crime
Ain't never had shit, but always had my pistol, bitch
187, don't make me whistle, bitch
Every day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black
One day I
day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black.
One day I devised
the beginning. Its minimal by the millisecond in millimeters adapting to the chapters of life but I'm a fast reader. Its suspicious suspects end up in stitches
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
have him coffin
I don't know, seem like niggas really talking
I stop feeling bad for killing niggas
Cause they really lost me
Know you hear me billy
boy moving bout as silly as my watch bitch
Oh he bloodin bet he billy like my bops bitch
Get shot shot shot shot shot
They say Tre did this and Tre did
[Talking - Paul Wall]
Aww, that hoe gangsta......Live from the GRITIRON
It's the people's champ..Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
I gotta, do what I do
my face on the floor
(You rem'ber me and big Paul and my whole crew nigga?)
They took my money and my credit card
Now I'm poor
(Government snitches are
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
told her
That I shouldn’t be talking to her
Because I’m not crazy … but
I ended up really enjoying
Her conversation is
That crazy? We talked about
on niggas
Swooping up bitches
Chemist in kitchens
Nigga say he active
Put him on Ridellan
It's a whole lot of people that depend on me
I keep the peace by my
To Holly and Paul, Isabella, Carol, Julie, Morgan and Elena
To my cousins, to my brother, and any I might have forgot
To Jason and Billy, to the whole
a whole lotta experiments
Tryna see if we can make it fly
Uno that we lit in da ends,
We do it again and again
Anything about me thats said by them
Most
shit
Y'all niggas talking that gibberish
She know I'm freaky
It's no secret
Watch this baddy get nasty as licorice
My rules
I get it popping like
Yea mane I heard the nigga been
Talking real bad about me mane
For real?
Nigga sayin he gonna kill me
He gonna kill ya
He gonna get me, when he
we'll slide Paul Revere
This a DRAC
This not Josh
If he run up on me nigga, I'll kick him out his crocs, huh
Aye
Red Beam, Chicken Polks
Aye
He just got
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