Lyrics:
drinkin'
Alcohol at the time of hearin' the Fred song,
You'd be layin' on the floor right now
Saying, "That's Fred's song, whippin' my butt,
Turn it
drinkin'
Alcohol at the time of hearin' the Fred song,
You'd be layin' on the floor right now
Saying, "That's Fred's song, whippin' my butt,
Turn it
Scott Scott
Scott LaRock
Scott, Scott-Scott, Scott LaRock
Scott Scott LaRock
And Trouble T-Roy, Biggie, Mastadon, Cowboy
Scott Scott, Scott LaRock
up? Haha, billions of streams
Everybody in sales and commerce, DDC, Marcus
Scott, Bobby, fucking Theta, Mac, Eric, Fred Thomas
All y'all, sorry for
Se suposa que al principi tot és fàcil
Però nosaltres no en sabíem d’això
Dies grisos, cares llargues,
però les ganes d’abraçar-te sempre guanyen
Lionel Scott made a guitar in his hand and he stepped off the end of the world
Lionel Scott pulled his hair again and he looked at the mess he'd made
[Fred] Yeah. This beat here was created in the Hamptons
[Chop] Uughhh!
[Fred] And dropped in Manhattan
[Background:] Hey-o, Hey-o
[Chop] Bad Boy's
This is the moment
I've been waiting for this
This one's all about Fred (And Clarence)
Yeah he's a good boy
Noone's gunna fuck with him
Cos he's got
down
You can tie up now, get down
You can tie em up now, get down, tie em down
In a playful fantasy
Oh God, oh God, there's so much blood, Fred what'd
[Fred] Yeah. This beat here was created in the Hamptons
[Chop] Uughhh!
[Fred] And dropped in Manhattan
[Background:] Hey-o, Hey-o
[Chop] Bad
Yeah, I really care
Of all the things you said I'd never care about
If you don't say a word
Noone will no it's so hard not to follow
And I'm not unaware
like I missed your life
Scott Miller
Records full of junk by a record junkie
With more verses than refrains
And more brains than sense
Stand as a record
n I thought I'd make a lot
Use to be about the paper on my Michael Scott
Use to be about the paper on my Michael Scott
Stepped outta bed to my office
to Randolph Scott
Ridin' the range alone
Whatever happened to Gene and Tex
And Roy and Rex, the Durango Kid
Whatever happened to Randolph Scott
His horse,
Irrelevant
(I almost shot Scott)
cll of my bars come like bricks
Like a wall of beige
Like king Tut's grave
Remember when we was slaves
Fuck that
Well, my baby left her jinglin' John for foldin' Fred
True love never backed up one word that she said
That proved to me that a black bear is green
Bring the noise
Bass! how low can you go?
Death row what a brother knows
Once again, back is the incredible
The rhyme animal
The incredible D. Public
Alexa
Play D. Weathers
Getting D. Weathers station from iHeartRadio
Fully in love shawty
You don’t know the half of it
Floating rose peddles
Bubbles
Elam
Omar Pitts, D. J. Threat
Big Mellow, D. J. Screw
Aunt Nettie "Rest in peace"
Uncle Frank, Harold Guy
Poetic, Gravediggaz
Fred Jordan, Ted
say they're bad, but they're bugging
Let me tell you something now about Hip Hop
About D-Nice, Melodie, and Scott La Rock
I'll get a pen, a pencil,
C’est bizarre j’ai rêvé du vieux Joplin Scott
j’ai rêvé de Scott Joplin
il s’inquiète un peu pour sa vieille redingote
faut qu’j’lui trouve d
Now I have a story that I'd like to tell
About this guy, you all know me I was scared as hell
He comes to me at night when I crawl into bed
He's
It’s D dot
It’s D dot
Dot
Dot
Dot
The underdog who was never given a chance
Ugly nigga at school
Who was never given a glance
But
Still
I
Advance
Salt N' Pepa
Heavy D, Rakim, Eric be , Ricky D
Scott LaRock and BDP
I never knew 'em but I used to look up to 'em
Battles in the park in the dark I
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