Lyrics:
Oh, well, I bought me a donkey, about four foot tall
To plough my cotton in the early fall
He's runnin' around, it was an awful sin
I had to build
(16th Killer)
I was at the lugger club posting
Right off 85
Right there by Rock Legion Memorial Drive
I had a long week, now it's the weekend
Ian saying shit
Hadda tell them lil niggas
Go play by they self
Cus I'm not the one to be playing wit
Just call up on James
Ik he gone slide
Ain't no
night
Damn
Hit it
Two, three, four, five, six, seven
Flash forward, 2045
What did you stand for in the life of your pride
When faced with
watching Chuck, it's the two of us
I just want you by my side in my tour bus
I guess we're not there yet
That's a goal a whole mood we could call it that
If
One, Two, Threes
Four, Six, Eight
Double ham sandwich
Do another date
Paradise Cali
Cedar Creek Texas
Bob Backlund
Darren Young Nexus
Cotton Rosser rodeo
Getting over on loopholes
Getting paid two-fold on technicalities
Clicking your heels, scared to bust how you feel
Pack the steel
Picking cotton
Zoney
On my forty-two inch Sony
This is just a long song
It ain't no poem
Leave the lights on till your baby gets home
It's like sitting in
It's real, yo but still, yo, it's love here
And it's felt by anybody that come here
Out of towners take the train, plane and bus here
Must be
the garden, man I feel like I'm Carmelo
Minus it by 10, sip a 40 of Modelo
Stepback, James Harden
Stepback, James Harden
50 in the garden
50 in the garden
They call me F-A-Beezy, sometimes Stizzo
The wrist on freezy, neck on glizzo
The coupe move easy at two double-izzo
Truck look cheezy
And it's jacked
Emancipation proclamation sign dated nine twenty two Abe Lincoln
Introducing segregation separating black, white and Hispanic races
Deep rooted let
gloss no edits
All by His grace, I don't take no credit
State your faith
James 2 from 1
Better be bout it
Put in works, while bae watch
Feel like David
Emancipation proclamation sign dated nine twenty two Abe Lincoln
Introducing segregation separating Black, White and Hispanic races
Deep rooted let
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
sects
Taking tons of you now follow by, twenty-one ciphers
But we don't, cause we frozen, posin, at thirty-two degrees
That's no way for
THE DARK MY LOVE LET’S CATCH A TRAIN TO HOUSTON STREET. BRING YOUR JAMES, I’LL BORROW POE, YOU READ TO ME, I READ TO SLOW. YOUR VOICE IS LIKE SYRUP, I’M
It's that time of year again
Y'all gon' be like, "Why this nigga startin' off like that?"
Disrespectful
Rap Up 2019
(Great John on the beat, by
fucks children
With his brother Tito and Liza
Minelli in a building a-B-C easy like 1-2-3
Plastic surgery, what has it done to me?
Like dead-alive, your
today
Front Street West trains keep rollin' by x 3
You had a baby - yes, you did x2
You had a baby 3,000 miles away
Front Street West trains keep
the courtroom it's the trial of my brother James
He a comrade and 'cause that they gon' want him hanged
Threw James a pistol, put my rifle in the air
Said nobody
Attention please, attention please
This feel like the whole entire world collapsed
Uh, this that yellow tape shit, they keep running out of it
to the money train
Rolex's and diamond rings, big bodies with the blowed brains
I bring the pain to get the cash like Jesse James
Til the wild wild West is
these two bitches in train
Running we call that shit choo choo
On the estate all my real niggas get suwu
They say they're preying on H
The same way I'm
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