Lyrics:
Who dem seh start well? Kartel
Lock dung di chart well, gwan sell
Put copper to di heatwell, shh, nah tell
Twenty-fours under di wheel, well, it
of Pigs invasion
"Lawrence of Arabia", British Beatlemania
Ole Miss, John Glenn, Liston beats Patterson
Pope Paul, Malcolm X, British politician sex
of Pigs invasion
"Lawrence of Arabia", British Beatlemania
Ole Miss, John Glenn, Liston beats Patterson
Pope Paul, Malcolm X, British politician sex
town off a Arab bus
Karat cut, yeah mami pull over
I bend ya pussy like for years I knew yoga
I'm too smoked up, I can't remember me
Off Hennesy,
like for years I knew yoga
I'm too smoked up, I can't remember me
Off Hennesy, that's why I carry Mini-Me
I need fifty feet when my performance starts
of Conservative democraty.
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As pacifist we are too easily forced back into tokenism,
Making hollow gestures against the wheels of the juggernaut.
The line is
to New Orleans the battle of 1812
With old Hickory at the throttle she drove the British out
The freedom train's a fine train the toppest of world it
get one throw of the dice
And there are too many things to do
Too many places to go
You're not at a crossroads, you're stuck in the hub of a wheel with
a silver four-wheel-drive
Time to pick the kids up
Who knows when they will arrive
Down the lane a little cyclist
With a little flashing light
Slips past
contact
Holding 1080 in my hand spread look like british cottage
This summer feel two zero 21 want me to listen after we finish then just show me sum
Price
Money nough it affe push pon wheel
Through mi stocking di US di Switish di British
Pile dem tick walk-in fridge keep it keep it
RBC soon owned by me
2005 Toyota Corolla
Beats Ebola
Pepsi Cola
Pick up them Chicks
In my Toyota Corolla
Eating Granola
Doing Hot Yoga
It’s The kinda car that goes
Let me take you out to Paris
Rollin' in whips on wheels that's bigger than a Ferris
Sipping on wine that's fresh from the fields in a parish
Maybe
I need a
Yoga flame
When I'm smoking
Dhalsim
Finish him
Never choking
Fuck It I ain't joking
Eating French toast smoking biscotti
In a coupes
W's like Ticonderoga
Lose your pencil? That's a stretch, hot yoga
Uh, Treaty of Paris, it's over
Working all night while I'm laying on a sofa
You
people
That they like the way I dress
I’m really into making stupid jokes
Really into putting down my phone
Really into British tv shows
Really into yoga
to New Orleans the battle of 1812
With old Hickory at the throttle she drove the British out
The freedom train's a fine train the toppest of the world it
(You did good, $lick)
(It's a smash)
Wetto, Wetto, Wetto
Wetto, Wetto, Wetto
Wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet
I got that Glock in my yoga pants
British sports cars
In the 50s and 60s
Because that's where it came from
The behind the scenes story of this car
Is quite extraordinary
Turnin' up in
yellow gold, bought a British automobile
Cause I watch Layer Cake too many times
And I had access to too much of that scrilla mine
Let me ride, these
to New Orleans the battle of 1812
With old Hickory at the throttle she drove the British out
The freedom train's a fine train the toppest of the world it
tried to fight it
Hemingway, Eichmann, "Stranger in a Strange Land"
Dylan, Berlin, Bay of Pigs invasion
"Lawrence of Arabia", British Beatlemania
Ole
Big fat cat she call it garfield
Rotate pon top like donkey cart wheel
Whine to D left tell me how that feel
Take jook inna yuh belly like snow cone
you wake up, my team beat and fled the scene
With all the cream, that's right, British racing green
On my latest foreign machine
Seat color look real
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