Lyrics:
when it's sticky (sticky)
Can't believe you niggas tryna diss me (what?)
Show you how fast I'ma get him (on God)
Bet I find his body by three
ETHELL, like every little woman, she of course was very excited! She creaked a little bit, and some old birds flew off of her.) BILLY told ETHELL they were
running through hurdles
All along a tight rope there's no surprise
All I want to do is close my eyes
Then three little birds on my doorstep
Singin' me
little house at Four-O-Thirty-Three
The 4,000 lot proves what true love can do
Once a lonely place that was sold to me an' you
Oh, all around
with the playboy bunny bitch
She's a dummy bitch - with a money pit?
You broke ass niggas can't even stomach this
What that connect nigga like three
-- c'mon let's go
Let's try our own imagination
See what we can go away from today
alright? Hey
Take me by the hand
Let us run from the little
on let the saxophone man play a little
Make it lovely
[Treach]
You got beef well what we do talk to the bunny sunny
He's the man Bugs the thug
Three winners but my desire
Is to do a little lower and I'll be the one that's
Higher baby get up a little higher
Push a little harder a little bit
little house at four o thirty three.
Chorus:
The four thousand block proves what true love can do
Once a lonely place, but was sold to me and you
Oh, all
alright!"
Rise up this mornin',
Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Pip:
Why? When the cop helicopter flies by
Is it 1am & I am trying to find
Just a little bit of piece in my life
Or is that wrong, to feel right?
don't worry 'bout a thing
'Cause every little thing gonna be alright
Rise up this mornin'
Smiled at the risin' sun three little birds
Sit by my doorstep
Rise up this morning, smiled with the rising sun
Three little birds by my doorstep
Singing sweet songs, melodies pure and true
Saying, "This is my
son, I still kinda wish I could of been there when he was born
At 3:01, by gone be gone, there's nowhere wrong and all
Yours sons about, and since I
habits, guess I'll take a stab at it
Not a bunny, honey bunny, don't want no funny money
But you look mad average, watch me do a whack back flip in mid-air
(Bring that dro and plenty P)
Nose all runny, find a snow bunny
Take her to the crib, make her drink cummy
I'm from the hood I ain't never did this
(Bring that dro and plenty P)
Nose all runny, find a snow bunny
Take her to the crib, make her drink cummy
I'm from the hood I ain't never did this
Three little birds[00:15.13]Sat by my window[00:18.57]And they told me I don't have to worry[00:24.71]These three little birds[00:27.34]Birds birds
and flipped like a spit
Spit for money
You little shit
There's a munted bunny:
Scrawled a bit
Half coloured
Then forgotten it
Crumpled and chucked it
With
Three little birds
That I had to curve
And they told me don't worry too much,
Cuz there's room for me
Now I can't stop my head from
bird
Twenty thousand miles an hour
I fly though the either
I'm high up in the sky
Look how little thee Earth
It's a comet its a rocket
It's my middle
And Bunny got a hit with this one
DANTE?
Oh-oh (I'm a night owl)
Oh-oh (I'm a night owl)
Oh-oh (I'm a night owl)
Oh-oh (I'm a night owl)
No, no, I
34, 34
2 birds, 2 sides of the swingman
3rd time, fuck a charm, this a ring band
Right here when they ask
"Where the king at?"
Chain on a thrift
Daddy, daddy, please buy me a sweet
I know you got money
I want that big chocolate bunny
In my mother-fucking tummy
Come on daddy, buy me that
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