Lyrics:
you want, just let it bump
Like you got Scott Storch tied up in the trunk
I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man
Drugs in the trunk man
don't deserve a break 'til it's woodgrain on my wheel
Put The Wood name in my will
All we know is gas, 4 shit, all we know is that
We the breakthrough
Jokers in my city got it feelin like it's Gotham
I just lit a wood pack that shit up with gelado
Seems like everybody and they mama got a problem
Ion
what you dream always gotta make space
Burn the dead wood, or let it float away
I'm my own saviour, here to save the day
Pathway is lit, might lose just
Aye
Man I'm all 'bout this paper man, fly shit night shit man
Cup with me, so you gotta pour me up some
Look
Bitch, we players
Designer, drip by
first felt the spell of the Wood thrush's song
Chorus
Now the Wood thrush's has vanished
seeking the place thats not felt the crush of mans embrace
love!
I’m still a prisoner deep in the wood
Tied to an oak tree by Robyn Hood
No man alive could stop me riding on
No man alive, but that’s where I went
It's Clay Raw on the Track Man
Ok hold up bitch I'm hardly sober
Ak-47 in my wood and on my shoulder
I'm smoking on that gas that make me go and see
man and boy
Got to break that stone
When you break dem one by one
But man you just begun
'Cause today, I tell you something new
You gotta break dem two
(Cook that shit up, Quay)
Every nigga in your clique, yeah, they gon' feel me (Ayy)
D up
It's fourth quarter, I'm down by two
First 500 bands,
man eat it and beat it
Let's go on a far away trip
By plane or in a whip
Let's get out of here and dip
Feet on the beach as we sip
Top down blowing
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool
Moses went walking with the staff of wood, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Newton got beaned by the apple
And the curse of man
And by the power of the woodland spirit
All creatures will find peace and
Live through the night
Destined to find, awakening
And peace
can be a shorty in my ill convoy
Not to come across as a thug or a hood
But hon, you got the goods
Like Madelyne Woods
By the way, my name's Malik
black, with the oak wood
Gucci shoes, that's how I play
Hold up, I don't gamble, I don't play no craps
I was taught early on don't jeopardize
leave your eye
It's not what you are thinking, man! What a wild ride
How the woods exhaust, hungered hunted by displacer beast always somewhere
We've
I done did it all by myself
Man it is what it is
Man it is what it is
Chandeliers on the ceiling
Wood grain in the range
That's the type of shit you
on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man
There was a fearless Irishman, lived out near the sea
Outside Ballyferriter, a West Kerry man was he
Danny Sheehy was his name, wore a sailor cap
the plan, I got a hunnid bands (Racks)
I got the drugs, I got the contraband
I got that lean, I got the woods man
I got the gas, call me if you need that
really should
Try and back door me
Swear to God wish a bitch would
How can you hate one me, I stay by my lonely
I smoke weed, I get high
3.5 In my wood
Hey Heyyy
I'm going through this pain all alone
I roll me a wood and I face it to the dome
Thinking about all my guys who got hit by the chrome
They all
the one I ain't seen awhile
Coffee in my thermos man it smells good
Smoke from a chimney ghosts of hickory wood
Deep in the gorge I'm not all alone
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