Lyrics:
Birmingham, 1974, there occurred a bloody murder
Twenty-one people killed by bombs, Britain reeled in horror
Within three hours the British State
I’ve got Billy Flynn on my mind
Ive got Hilary’s sin on re Hilary’s sin on re Hilary’s sin on rewind
I’ve got Billy Flynn on my mind
I’ve got Jimeny
've got to have your sweet lovin'
cause without it, girl, I just lose my mind.
The way you hold me, comforts me and shows me
that a love like your is
Yo, you really mister work with what you got
Dead or in jail I gotta' beat the odds
Niggas put on facades for a life and a job
I'm tryna get rich
Sometimes at night my pants go to the bathroom by they self
Even when I was little, nothing went my way
I got beat up and chased home from school every day
jokes
You know why? It's fun to move weight
Got twenty-one grams, I must, can lose eight
Sc: Should really just wheel up the song
Wi: On this riddin
marijuana so I told her pack her shit
Fellas whip your textbooks out and skip to chapter six
Oh wow so you a playa now you know what that comes with
I won't
alone and lose my number
No appreciation for your position
I'll never stop till I'm assured your house of cards is torn asunder
I can tell by how you
now before we lose forever
Girl, I don't wanna lose you
Girl, I've got to have your sweet loving
'Cause without it, girl, I'll just lose my mind
Billy Clint'
Now he's twenty-one and wants to know where the time went
Hey hey hey what's the haps? Well see your time elapsed
Have you ever thought
That's what you said, isn't it?
Yes!
I can smell 'em, can you, ah?
The blossoms. The wind brings 'em down!
Billy there ain't much wind tonight
what I've done i got you started
When you lose you mind it's like a faucet
Dripping dripping dripping dripping wet
You know I know just how to make you
have to blick'em up
I'll blitz'em up
Cause, apparently, we can't chop it up
Cause there's always beef
Once this nigga's chop it up
I got the switches
Let's have some fun, one on one, bite the badge, drop the gun
You did the same, thing we done, I got my niggaz on the run
I ain't the one! Fuck that!
wondering what I'm doing here
Wishing something would happen, maybe I could disappear
She walks in with that look in her eye
Somehow she doesn't even have
be naughty
Shoutout to Billy "Mac Daddy" McDonald, he was told he could sing by Billy Idol
Idol like Kpop, now I'm talking Blackpink, Jennie Kim so
to do with defeats
I turn all of those to motivational musical speech
Oh, and by the way, guess what I'm doin' to eat?
Yup, rappin', who cares about
the mental, that's all
We got credentials galore, fuck a small vending tour
Yet, still, I be at the around-the-way spots
Near where niggas be slinging
to lose... yeah
We got to come together, yeah, we gotta shake these blues uh-huh
Got my soul together, got on my dancin shoes... ohhahh
I've got to walk,
Justin Bieber
At Ease on my tee nigga merch on the way
Don't give a fuck what a hater got to say
It's the end of the week I'm finally getting paid
Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave
Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat
You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay
(You ain't gon keep me down bitch, I do what I want)
Party, Party baby it ain't over (Now grab a drink, get down)
Grab a drink, get down, baby lose
where these hoes hold my dog bones
I dog whistle and they download my ring tone
And she's so hypnotized by this pimp's poem
What I got here is mine go
the late great, Twista
Fuck all the lyrical shit, bitch
I'm a game spitter
And I tried to told you that I got bars
(Like what?) just like a phone charge
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