Lyrics:
holiday
We catch up with our three cowboys one cold
December night huddled around the camp fire.
How 'bout we sing some holiday songs?
Yeah, hey
Choppa spray and the Mac gon' sing
I ain't one to talk on things
Anything we do y'know gang goes in
That's nights in the trap and
Them opp block
I'm a Libra y'all
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all
You wanna battle? Swing
I bring commandin' men like I was king
In all your dreams
Beggar or king, you've got to sing a gay tune
A song and a smile make it right worthwhile
So sing, as we go along
Blues, where are you now
You
champion, our king
Neon dreams
In the neon-blue city lights
Where shadows dance through the endless nights
I'm cruising down, full of hope
In my DeLorean
fly shoes, young shmoo, debut
Young shmoo is just a savage, and a baller and a king
Oh y’all think that I can rap just wait until i sing
Honeys hit my
here with me
And this'll be the last sad song I have to sing
[Tech - Verse 1]
Hey
Y'all know my mothers sickness
Y'all know I'm breakin down
Y'all know
daddies will
Come on baby, drive me crazy--do it, do it
I'm a speed king you go to hear me sing
I'm a speed king see me fly
Saturday night and I
Where's Blockaye at? Bankroll
I can take yo main bitch
And turn her to my side my side
223s is Siamese
They hanging by my side by my side
I can take a gay
look like Kurapika (Brr)
When that metal swing
I let it sing like Dua Lipa (Aye)
Caught a case like Judy, if I judge him
Then it's lethal (Yah)
Killin'
of sheep led by a lion
And watch them defeat an army of lions led by a sheep
Why am I sharing this?
Because you are liken to a lion
And in you lies power
(my soul)
Baptize it in the blues (baptize it in the blues, y'all)
I'm takin' your memory to Memphis (oh)
I'm gonna get me over you
I'm takin' your
Oh my god
My hair is blue
(Why is it blue, bro?)
I keep dying it
Day quar- nineteen
Quarantine day nineteen
(You don't even know how to speak,
the blues is here to stay
Ain't got no time to lose you know I paid my dues I was born with a passion for the blues
BB's still the king Miss Eta James sure
did I make it here
I answered back like why would you care
You always told me You had my back when I need You bad You just wasn't there
You told me
'm fucking BB King the way I play the blues
And I ain't never been afraid of snakes so I ain't scared of you
I can feel the fear in that boy heart he making
a rabbit
I walked dressed up like a skunk
I walked with some givers and
I walked with some leeches
I walked all by myself and I
Walked with the Moldy Peaches
mmm up on me, so don't run up on me
Why they wanna stop me
Cause I move so godly, face card is so dolly Higher than a Marley, I can feel they plottin
I
My VP is black
The Challenger is too
I'd be a monkey's uncle if my woman wasn't Nubian
Even if I'm feeling hell a blue in here
I got people lifting
guides the hand that comes to play?
Like BB King and Stevie Ray
Who takes the pain we didn't choose?
Turns it into Chicago Blues
An angel walks
'm lounging with BB King
Everything under a spell yo when Nina sing
Ganja farming with Bob painting pictures with Ross
Davis is doing miles of styles yo like so
can be away
9 pm it can be here right by the bay
9 pm it can be here till I go away
9pm
Y A I S M A 3
U don’t know me
But talk to me
A B C D E F G
the blues
Like B.B. King
I got the roughneck scales
To give awhile
Like a voodoo child
Nuthin but style
Take it
But you can see the black glock clickin
ain’t got nun to to prove
I gave em all a chance before i a made a move
Long Live BB King Ima Give Em The Blues
Hook
Ain gotta say much i
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